Unsolicited Stories

It was her face. Her eyes to be exact. Kind and honest is what they called them. Private moments spilled when they made contact with another’s. At the market, walking down the street, checking the mail. James said, “You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then … More Unsolicited Stories

Why We Use Starch

Young Black Girl To her father Young Black Girl: Is that how it’s supposed to look?   Black Father: What?  Young Black Girl: Our clothes. That’s why we use starch. So they can look like his. She points to a White man rigidly walking down Grand Ave., almost robotically, in his crisp white collared shirt.