The impact of my mother’s relationship with her mother on our relationship — At seven years old, my grandmother told me my mother was poor. I knew she shouldn’t have said that to me, and I looked at her to see if she had an explanation, but she didn’t. I spent that night in her guest room. I began to question why everyone…

I walk through the office, the sound of my heels hitting the ground following behind me. I feel confident in my chocolate brown suit with two pockets, one full of small notes and the other carrying a couple of BIC black pens. A gold-colored necklace dangles from my neck with…

The sound of a rhythmic guitar and country vocals were flowing through the air while the smell of pepper began to fill my nose. I looked around at the brown wooden walls and took a sip of my water. I took my straw and began to play with my ice…