Imelda was a cold and calculating woman. Everyone pitied her husband, Henry who was a quiet and unassuming man. So, when he suddenly took ill and died shortly after they married and Imelda put on a grand histrionic display of grief at his funeral, mourners became very suspicious. 48 Words This was written for… Read More The Grieving Widow
Ever since I was a child, I used to gaze at my reflection in the pond or in the looking glass and wonder what was wrong with me–why my father didn’t love me. He has never shown me any affection. How I longed for a kind word, a tenderness in his manner toward me but… Read More My Father
It was lust not love that make Amnon sick. He lusted after his half-sister Tamar who was very beautiful and a virgin. It seemed hopeless for him to do anything about his lust for her. After finding out what was troubling him, Amnon’s friend came up with an idea. idea. He advised Amnon to: “Lie… Read More Not Love
On my twelfth birthday, I sat on the cold ground in a corner of a dark room with my knees drawn up to my chin and my arms wrapped around them as the tears rolled down my dirty cheeks. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to sleep because I was afraid that he would come back and hurt… Read More International Day of the Girl
Earlier this month when I was reading about African American women who made a difference so that I could feature them in the special issue of Notes to Women newsletter, one name kept popping up–Eleanor Roosevelt. I promised myself that I would do a little writeup on her. And here we are. “Where, after all,… Read More Eleanor Roosevelt
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