Black On Both Sides

When I was white, it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t intentional. It started because I was a square peg coveting circles. It started because I stuck out everywhere, even when I didn’t want the attention. Even when race and gender didn’t play a role. I just didn’t seem to belong anywhere. About seven years ago … Continue reading Black On Both Sides

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Day 7, Week 29: What Are You Willing To Give Up?

Everyone called her Mother. It didn't particularly matter how you were affiliated. She was my great-grandmother on my father's side. Tall and slender, and aptly named Maud (although I didn't learn that until years after her passing). She had a nickname for everyone. Mine was Sittin' Hen. Even as a child I resented it because … Continue reading Day 7, Week 29: What Are You Willing To Give Up?