Joy was Sunday mornings with grandpa eating pancakes smothered in syrup. It was our ritual. Grandpa was diabetic and had already lost his toes on one foot.… Read more “Trapped.”
Author: adeleon305
Gutter grown. Miami Lifer. Educator. Afro-Latino. Liberation-driven. Ex-Athletic Administrator.
Control.
My earliest memory…her screams awoke me. She tumbled down the stairs by the force of his hand. I stood, silently. He said nothing. He didn’t even turn… Read more “Control.”