The picture I used for this story is a poster that hung in my office for decades. I admired it with pride. I wanted to

I‘m seated in a luxury jewelry store, the pieces of fine jewelry sit with me in tranquility waiting patiently for an owner.  The stones sparkle,

Don’t look back, I won’t be waiting for you. You may see my faded silhouette but beneath the fog there lies no soul. She moved

“Can you keep a secret?” I looked up before I answered, confused at the statement but curious as to what was about to be said

I could have worded this story differently but there is no right or wrong here. I’m a woman of color. In fact, for shits and

Birthdays are a commemoration of the beginning of something new, the anniversary of your birth. We celebrate the milestones so happily when we’re young until