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Flexin’ Sundays (microfiction)

Sundays were for flexin', the day for showing off your Sunday best. Your best shoes, clothes, hair freshly pressed or afro fluffed to perfection.  Sure, they were there for church; but no one said you couldn't shine a little on... Continue Reading →

Perfect. (Short Story)

Elizabeth groggily turned off her alarm and rolled out of bed to get dressed for work. Her conversation the day before with Lauren had lifted her spirits more than she thought it would. She'd missed her friend, more than she... Continue Reading →

Lunch Date (Short Story)

Elizabeth took her time dressing. It had been a week since her pledge to be more intentional about herself so that meant dressing with a little more thought. When she was in college she stick with jeans and hoodies unless... Continue Reading →

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