Two and a half cups of all-purpose flour land in a bowl with a soft thud and a mini “poooof.” The cloud has barely settled when one and a half cups of sugar arrive, creating a mound surrounded by mini gopher holes, on the surface of what looks like some distant frozen continent. Or planet. …
school’s been over for her for a while but still still she gets that feeling every year at this time sadness that the summer is ending and not yet feeling the excitement of new beginnings of possibilities of wearing her scarves more often and the wind whips at her hair jealous of it probably but …
My paternal grandparents lived in a small town on the north side of my island. Seven miles away. We went there a lot when we were kids. Especially in the summer. They lived in a white, two-story house. Despite my grandfather’s wizardry with wooodworking, the floors in the back of the house — both stories …
She always applies her perfume with her eyes shut. Kisses feel better in the dark. She dresses as if someone is watching. She undresses as if she’s being chased. She believes she’s more open to possibilities when her hair is up. Her hair is up. She knows what she does to men. Sometimes she even …
“But I don’t HAVE an accent,” she said. With an accent. “Tell him I don’t have an accent, y’all.” Looking from one friend to another. Messy ponytail bouncing. I just stared. I may have blinked. A couple times. Every syllable dripped with sweetness. But not too much. You know? It was barely above a whisper, …
