Enough
Chrystal Evans Hurst
“You talk so white.” I stared back at the girl who’d just said that to me, not surprised by her comment, but also unsure
“You talk so white.” I stared back at the girl who’d just said that to me, not surprised by her comment, but also unsure
Scars run across my body like tracks at a railroad terminal. They cross my entire abdomen in both directions. Large scars by any measure.
Secure attachment is the holy grail of child development and most moms are preprogrammed to pour themselves out so their kids can attain it.
My skin, my waistline, my grey wiry hairs poking out of my dark locks remind me that I am getting older every time I