I was curious about my tears, the ones that wouldn’t come the first time I visited the place. I thought that once all of our hormones got dumped into the SUV together, there would be salt-water soup. Not fully the case. There was a thickness in the air; it would violate the intimacy of the visit to say who said what. I’m sorry, the tea won’t be served on this post. It’s disrespectful, and little bit too fresh. This is not to say there is no tea. Too soon; too fresh.
Here it is. My sister and I are going to visit the place where our ancestors likely. . .no, probably, okay—let me be honest with myself. My sister and I are going to visit the home and land our ancestors worked as slaves. There, I’ve said it. I’m curious about […]
Ann Wallace, is an actress, writer, wife, mother, entrepreneur, a phenomenal woman beyond measure, and a truly dear friend of mine. She is one who pours herself completely into every single thing she does. I believe this is why she has embarked upon such a wonderful endeavor, a one woman […]