Shaded from the rays of the sun, yet situated where I can still enjoy the sunshine, I sit on a rocking chair. The bright rays of the sun play on the leaves of the green tress that not so long ago were bare. I have finally made good on my promise to drop by and … Continue reading Michael’s Porch
Three Generations, One Roof: Celebrating African Mothers
We moved the shopping cart through Meijer grocery store, the three of us hanging on to a corner while Ma walked ahead and picked out what we needed. Every so often one of us would squeal and then proceed to beg for something not on the original grocery list: Rice Krispie treats, fruit roll-ups, beef jerky. Ma obliged us more often than not. When she couldn’t do it, she promised to do it with the second paycheck that came on the 15th.
Musings of An African Woman 