BLUR

I could see my husband looking at me through the mirror. I was looking back at him but he couldn't tell. He could only see the back of my Afro-ed head. His eyes had a kind of nostalgic yearning that nearly stopped me. He was following my hands as I undressed, remembering his favorite parts … Continue reading BLUR

Stories that Were

I have always loved to tell stories by the fire. Under the clear dark skies, the moonlight illuminating their hopes and dreams, and of course, aiding my vision as I looked from one to the next. The fire would be crackling softly, reflecting a kind of animation that I was sure showed in mine. My … Continue reading Stories that Were