Skydiving For Kisses

A Short Story I wanted to feel her lips pressed against mine in the worse way. I knew she loved adrenaline driven activities. So, I chose to show my adornment for her by extending an invitation to go skydiving. She threw her hair back, as she laughed, happily accepting my offer with a bellow that delighted both my ears and groin. I tried to forget that I would probably puke while tied to the parachute and complete stranger who would guide me. I didn’t focus on my fear of heights. I couldn’t look beyond her beauty. As we sat in … Continue reading Skydiving For Kisses

Sundays Made Me Forget I am Biracial

Many times I get confused for being Caucasian. At first glance, you probably wouldn’t guess my biological father is black. In the same contrast, you probably wouldn’t be surprised my biological mom is white. I am one of those mixed gals; one of the girls with ‘the good hair’. Race has always been something I’ve struggled with. As a young girl, I used to dream of having hair that was bone straight, like many of my friends had. I never knew how to identify with either side of myself. For each side, I was too much or too little of the other, … Continue reading Sundays Made Me Forget I am Biracial