When I was in my early teens, it appeared that I would never master the ability to walk in high heels shoes, much to Mama’s horror. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, my mother doesn’t merely walk in heels, she glides in them! So, imagine what expectation she had for me. “You walk like you’re Continue Reading
The year was 1984, as with every typical summer in North Carolina, it was hot and muggy. I remember it was the last day of school. Mama had just picked me up in her old plant green Vega with no air conditioning. While gazing out of the rolled down passenger window, I cast one last Continue Reading