DIVOC’S ARMY

Our only prenup agreement was to never yell at each other. We’d both been products of broken homes, so we’d decided to always use our inside-voices. But Tim had been acting strangely for three weeks now, and I’d had it. “Honey! It’s like I don’t know you anymore!” He was staring at me, well, throughContinue reading “DIVOC’S ARMY”

THE PROGRESSIVES

Still, I don’t understand why my mother gets shamefaced when my grandparents’ education comes up. No one ever directly asks us, but if their background is ever mentioned, her eyes, for a fleeting moment, converge towards the floor, and her chocolate skin flushes into deep burgundy. Perhaps her shame is rooted in them having beenContinue reading “THE PROGRESSIVES”