Guest post by Shaherazade Budreau [su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]I[/su_dropcap]’m Shaherazade Budreau and I’m going to tell you what Faith told me and Susie Applegate about how Rochelle was born and how she died and some of the stuff in between. Faith said Rochelle was born early in the morning. Two o’clock. She said she …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]S[/su_dropcap]haherazade said, “Shoot, ain’t that much changed. Just living in the wrong place can get you killed if you’re living where somebody else wants to be.” She lifted her chin up a little higher and sat up straight, as tall as she could. “Where some white folks want to live.” Neither Faith …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]”[/su_dropcap]Those bones could be anybody’s, Shaherazade,” I said. “Do you want hot chocolate? Or tea?” “I want a double shot hazelnut latte, 16 oz. That’s what I told Mama, but she is so sure it’s Uncle Charlie.” I was about to ask Ezra Sweet what happened to his job in Redmond, but …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]I[/su_dropcap] dragged myself out of bed at the ungodly hour of nine A.M. The sun was shining as it has been for the past few days, the temperature miserably cold. Yesterday, someone had posted a notice about a free clinic at EcoSurvival Village this morning. I decided on the spot that it …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]S[/su_dropcap]haherazade has been arriving at my front door two or three times a week, bubbling with enthusiasm. She has been great for my spirit, which has been in the dumps the past few months. Hence, the horrible neglect to my journaling. I’m not sure what that’s all about. I could blame it …
