Age of Empathy
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Age of Empathy

This is No Time to Sweat the Small Stuff

We all think we’ll wake up tomorrow

a Black woman in a white blouse gazes off into the distance
Photo by Vladamir Karpovich (Pexels)

Three months ago, I had a dream about my favorite cousin’s ex-husband, Jesse. We’re ten years apart. I’ve known him since I was a child. He’s from the city of brotherly love — only nineteen when he came to our house in California, newly engaged after being drafted into the Marines.

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Toya Qualls-Barnette

Toya Qualls-Barnette

*Top writer in This Happened To Me| Writing about the impact of relationships|Contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul| Dreamer|Mother|HSP in drag