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Rosie was beautiful, the first black woman I ever knew. She tolerated my stroking her creamy, caramel-colored legs as she washed dishes or ironed. Her crisply starched cotton housedresses smelled just like sunshine. Normally, I trailed my mother, but on the days Rosie was there, she couldn’t stop suddenly without my bumping her. Rosie ate standing Continue reading
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Living, Laughing, Loving, Loathing.
A little of this, and a little of that
Wading through life (mostly) laughing
My mind poops here
scissors, needle, forceps - whaaat?
Learning to live with PTSD
Searching, settling, sauteeing and spritzing
