“Only God knows my story,” Mary has told me often. “No one knows your story but God.” She calls me the other afternoon. “Katrina, are you home?” “Yes….” “Okay!” Click. I furrow my brow and pick up a few pieces of clutter around the house, then sit back down at my computer, close to the …
October 13, 2018 I was standing by my kitchen window preparing cachupa. (I had read about it in my research that day. Cachupa is the national dish of the Cape Verde Islands, a shipwreck island in my book.) The corn and beans simmered and the sausages sizzled and filled the house with a spicy aroma. …
A new Monday column? Maybe, because I have so many great lines from Mary. Here are a few on this wonderful summer Monday, in case you’re tempted to clean house a little too thoroughly. Memories is good. You know my Grandma George, she used to tell us, “Baby, don’t throw away that picture!” They say, …
“It’s April 19. It’s been over a month since we had a natural disaster,” I said to Marnell Thursday night. “Or a garage sale.” By natural disaster, I was including not only the flood, but our recent insect infestation and the moving process. A few days before that, I was sitting on my chair–the comfy rocker …
“Yes, he called me,” Mary told me over the phone. I was driving home from work. He being Marnell’s brother Darrell, a plumber. “I am so happy. I could not keep back the tears or the hollerin’,” Mary told me. That was Thursday. On Monday, Mary learned that the flood had destroyed both her hot …