The first kiss I ever remember getting was from one of my mom’s boyfriends when I was somewhere between 1-2 years old and we lived in Ypsilanti, Michigan. My father had left us when I was not quite six months old, so we moved to Michigan to live with my Papaw Little,...

Here we are. Anniversary #21! If our marriage were a person, it could drink legally now. It would have been drinking for many years, anyway, but it would just be legal now, lol! Last year, we had the fantabulous getaway to Williamsburg, where we stayed in one of the...

I grew up in a small town, predominantly filled with Caucasians. I’d never encountered an African American until I started school. But even at that young age, I saw no major differences in us, really, besides those that were on the surface. My mother had grown up...