I don't get sick often. A week ago I was in the hospital for four days. And this wasn't like getting sick with the flu or something. I had severe kidney distress. This was not particularly new because I've always had kidney stones. Since I was 16, really. What was new with this trip was … Continue reading Not Where I’m Supposed to Be: Depression and Turning 38
On the Business of Choosing Dears II
Read Part 1 here Sister Avery must have done her research or at least talked to my dorm mates. I glanced at Wynie to see if she'd betray Sister Avery's snooping. She was too busy licking her fingers, slowly melting the piece of chocolate she had popped into her mouth, waiting for the fruit-filled center … Continue reading On the Business of Choosing Dears II
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On the Business of Choosing Dears
It started when she claimed me as her Dear from among the entire first year class. I was excited. Her reputation preceded her. I knew who she was because all the lower formers had been talking about Sister Avery. She was tall, standing at 6'2'' a head and half taller than most of her classmates, and weighed in … Continue reading On the Business of Choosing Dears
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My Heart is Smiling (P.S. I Love You)
“My heart’s never smiled so hard, baby; loving you is fun!” (Easton Corbin) This phrase from a country song (surprise! surprise!), reminds me of the numerous conversations David and I used to have. Often we would text: “my heart is smiling/laughing.” Or the question: “do you still have butterflies?” Answer: “of course! And I hope … Continue reading My Heart is Smiling (P.S. I Love You)
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Kokrobite (Part II)
“Hi. I’m Kuukua and this is my sister May.” I said, choosing to use Etornam’s English name. I knew mine was already complicated enough. “I’m Mary. What did you say your name was?” A nod here, a barely acknowledged glance there. I repeated my name several more times. I kept my polite Ghanaian smile up. … Continue reading Kokrobite (Part II)
Musings of An African Woman 