Exploring Black experience through story
By Shertease Wheeler: 1: THE HOLDING-- I thought we’d only be here a few hours at max, and my nerves were barely hanging on the edge then. But those hours turned into days, and today I’m high on terror. I know the longer we’re held here without release, the worse it’s going to be... Continue Reading →
By Shertease Wheeler: JOY-- Look at her belly, all swollen, bursting with the freshness of new love. This is the third time for her. The third time she’s complained, not about the feelings of continued wonder as a women may feel when carrying life, but of the burden that has suddenly been cast upon her.... Continue Reading →
By Shertease Wheeler: Sharon Amos, better known to her community as “Taxi”, sat on the porch in her old wooden rocker, humming a tune she fondly remembered from her glory days of the 1950's. It was mid afternoon on a blindingly sunny day in May, and the birds were having an argument in the tree... Continue Reading →
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