“A bit hungry?” he asked, grinning. “You could say that,” Aggie replied before taking another bite. “What are you doing up?” “Couldn’t sleep.” He approached the refrigerator and also poured himself some milk. After warming the mug in the microwave, he sat down across from her. “Are you in the mood to share some of …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 3
Later, after a hearty dinner, Aggie stood on the patio. Despite the darkness, she could make out the silhouette of the Swiss Alps in the distance. After six months in the country, she was no less transfixed by the mountains and how they seemed to touch the corners of the expansive sky. It was the …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 2
Marley Van Streck, Aggie’s lifelong friend, usually picked her up from the Cornavin train station in the evenings. After accepting her new position, it went without saying that Aggie would live with Marley and her family in Geneva until she found her own residence. Of course, if it were up to Marley, Aggie would never …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 1
I spoke in my previous post about the transformative short story I wrote about a woman who had more in common with me as a person than I'd ever known in my own written fiction before. Happily sharing that short story with you in daily excerpts. See below for Part 1. **************************************************************************************************************************************** Aggie and the …
A New Mirror.
"Are your characters white?" I looked up at my good friend who had just posed the question and who had just read one of my stories. "Why do you ask?" I replied. "Well, they seem white. How they speak, how they seem. I was just curious." I explained that I rarely thought about race in …
Adjoa on a Monday.
This post was originally published on February 16, 2018 and updated today, February 3, 2021. The months are entirely coincidental. Or are they? Read on to learn what my dream job would be and why it remains my dream job, three years later. Ever since my early twenties, coffee shops have been my true love. …
@frowriter.
The word for this year: intentional. I discussed my social media break here. Well, today, I posted on my frowriter IG page for the first time since 2019. Why? Because I’m a writer. And this year I have a lot of projects in the air. And I want folks to know about those projects and …
Confessions of an Overachiever.
I was always the last chosen for teams in gym class. Always isn't an exaggeration. It would 100% be between me and a kid somehow slower than me, which was usually baffling because, yeah, I was slow, unathletic, uncoordinated, terrified, all of it. When my high school counselor gave me my Senior year final GPA, …
my own grass.
Photo by Akil Mazumder on Pexels.com I once mentioned to a friend that when I see others engaging in milestones in their lives--babies, marriage, etc.--it fills me with yearning because I long for those things myself. Her response: the grass isn't always greener. You know the cliché/adage. But here's the thing about me, and a …
Headwraps is life.
Wrap it up. Headwraps used to terrify me. For one thing, this African lady didn’t inherit the ability to tie them—to the shame of my mother—so I avoided them. I also wondered how I could pull them off in a professional setting (because, sadly, women of color have to think about these things), so I …
This Square Peg. 