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[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t’s 1865 and I live in Mississippi. I am a slave. My family has been enslaved as long as I can remember, but that’s just to white men. The kind of slavery I’m talking about [Read more…]

[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t’s been fifteen years now that I’ve been changing the dining room chandelier light bulbs. Fifteen years of paying the bills and sitting in the driver’s seat of the large blue Buick and cooking for [Read more…]

  When the sun descends from the top of the sky to the place we cannot see beyond the horizon, its glare is greater than human eyes can withstand. Its light reflects off the sea, [Read more…]

  [dropcap]I[/dropcap]t was unexpectedly calm at the precipice. Chase studied the yellow-green blades of new grass that poked through the sparse soil that barely covered the jagged rocky edge of the mountain. Delicate and strong. [Read more…]