Letter of the Week
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You insisted on being called by your first name. You were a light. You were the brightest and most consistent part of my morning. The pride in your face when you eventually gave me your cane because “I don’t need it anymore”, will make me cry if I focus too hard on the memory. Diane.…
This site is a project. In an effort to blend my elder millennial urge to publicly log my existence and my desire to achieve consistency
Basically a middle aged Black woman with a blog.
Melissa is Rising 