Our Sisterhood Suffers Another Silencing

All of 115-pounds, our sister would find herself in a domestic violence situation where her 6’4″, 410-pound boyfriend beat her into a coma. Her name was LaQuanta Jones. We called her “Kizzy.” Kizzy was a teenager when we first met. First impressions were not so good as I saw her as a bit of a…

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The Truth of The Matter Is

“I Broke My Own Heart” Time is going by so quickly, and the truth of the matter is it has been many years since the demise of my marriage. I told you all before that one of the things I hoped to accomplish while writing my memoir was the healing of my shattered heart. The…

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All I Wanted…

All I wanted was to be picked up off the floor where I had fallen in a heap of deep despair.  To be gathered in his arms of apology, and sense a bit of self-loathing that would speak to my soul to assure it he would rectify the damage he caused my spirit. All I…

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