Jamaica Wilson listens for the door to close and then rises from her bed. She promised her daughter she’d rest, but this business of dying obediently is starting to wear on her nerves
Category: GBE
What’s in Your Closet?
Something happened yesterday. It was a small thing and though I outwardly reacted in an appropriately small way, I was inwardly riled by it.
Transformed and Transitioned
I wrote this earlier in the week, but then hesitated to post it when I realized this deadline would coincide with the day of Alicia’s memorial.
8-6 (Corner Office Time)
I chose Dolly Parton’s song 9-5, but from the boss’s perspective. I've played her song on YouTube while looking at my lyrics enough times now that I can almost block out her voice and hear the following words.
Beyond the Veil
We struck a deal, my mom and I. We knew our time together would be limited, and I could sometimes almost feel the clock ticking. I’m sure she could, too.
Jeepers Creepers, Where’d Ya Get those Peepers?
He assured me he’d happily fulfill my request in a few years. “Patience,” he said, grinning his familiar grin at me. “Trust me on this.”
Soundtrack
We were in our early days, broke and happy, wildly in love.
Legacy
He was handsome and charming with a twinkle in his eye and a quick sense of humor. She’d find out, but not soon enough, that he also had a quick temper.
May I Ask You a Few Questions?
But that was a rare, rare interview. Most were a craptastic waste of time.
Woo-Woo Who?
Woo-woo feels very normal to me. I mean, having faith in anything you can’t see, hear, feel, taste, or smell is a dazzlingly woo-woo concept, am I right?
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