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Words of Women

Words of Women

Forty Nine Octobers

By |November 16, 2025|

In my forty ninth October I learned my first name is acronym of my grandmother’s full name. Something I probably knew, but forgot I knew. Something about someone I don’t remember, but whose DNA I carried and passed on.

Bookshelf: April-June 2025

By |July 1, 2025|

How is it already July? I’ve had a lot going on (daughter’s wedding among other things) but I still managed to read some great books. See if any of these might appeal to you.

Bookshelf: Jan – March 2025

By |March 31, 2025|

I love a new pile of Christmas gifts/books. My list this year was mostly older books by authors I have recently enjoyed and want to explore further. My TBR stack is a mix, so here goes:

Bookshelf July-Sept 2024

By |October 1, 2024|

You may recognize some authors I've enjoyed before in this list, and please know the photo is just a sample of books I had nearby. A couple of this quarter's favorites were Sisters Under the Rising Sun, The Hours, and Hold My Girl.

Proud to be from Miami

By |August 12, 2024|

For all her flaws, there’s nothing quite like the city of Miami. Indeed, I feel privileged I was brought up on an amalgam of sights and sounds you can’t get from one singular place anywhere else in the world.

Bookshelf April-June 2024

By |July 1, 2024|

As busy as it was, the crossover from spring to summer made for some good reading. The best of the bunch this quarter was A Great Country, which was no surprise based on my reactions to her previous novels. What books have you loved recently?

Bookshelf: Jan – March 2024

By |April 1, 2024|

The first of the year brought a stack of new books to enjoy, along with anticipation of new releases. But how is it already April, and I've read those and more? Guess I have to wait until my birthday and Mother's Day for more. (Just kidding.)

A Skirt with Tattered Edges

By |January 15, 2024|

I had my first dream of motherhood in my childhood bed Knew the weight of a distended belly, when I woke my braids were soaked in a cold sweat I saw birthday candles melt, hair turning gray, my blood turning boy into man And I never saw my mom that morning in the kitchen ever the same way again —— Being a woman means knowing the world’s dying, but

Another Ending, Another Beginning

By |December 28, 2023|

As 2023 draws to a close, I’m filled with deep contentment. For me, it’s not just “jolly holiday” happiness either. It’s more of a “what do I have not to be happy about?” feeling.

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