This is a story. A story about a woman. A woman that had the world at her feet and soon, lost it all. Lost it to the people of kindness. The people that she never was. While she was out spending thousands of dollars and partying, they were trying to mend the crack going straight...
When I used to sit in my large oak tree, looking over the wooden fence into my neighbor's yard, I always caught myself staring at his bright red poppies. Their petals touching as though they relied on one another. I remember the day he got them. It seemed every day I looked at them they...
My name is Luisa Cartenson. When I was 5, my Mama, Opal, and I were sold to a master who lived in North Carolina. I was born without a father and only ever knew to love my Mama. We were set with the jobs as house slaves. Though it is a better job, because you...
