A Haintin’ We Will Go — Shortly after Elder Queen Sicily Anne’s funeral and that run-in with the butterball racist, all of Momma Mae’s family returned to her house for the repast. Rakaiyah and Davion were the first to get into their rental car, and the rest of the relatives followed suit. Some were shaken up…

The Funeral & Ceremony — It was the morning of the funeral. Momma Mae’s mother, Sicily Anne Roberson, had transitioned at the age of 100. Because she lived a full life of love and warmth, despite living through the racism of Jim Crow, her immediate family members were giving her the ultimate homegoing celebration. Long…

Settling In — A couple of hours after landing in Atlanta, the Jamesons arrived at the house of Rakaiyah’s family near Lake Lanier. It was 9am when they left Los Angeles, so they had gotten there at 5pm on the Atlantic side. …

An Urban Horror Tale — “Davion, will you move yo’ ass?! We gon’ be late for this flight!” “Stop rushin’ me, girl! Damn!” That was the voice of Rakaiyah Jameson in the background as she was headed down the stairs with luggage in hand. She and her husband Davion had booked a flight from Los…

Reflecting on an old conversation about religion — Exactly how should I begin telling this recollection of a bus ride I took back to my apartment last year on a Sunday? Simple, I’ll start from the top. I had come from grocery shopping that day; my bus showed up as quickly as I exited the store, so I…

Some crazy factoids about the world’s favorite delicacy — We consume tomatoes on a daily basis. It could be in a salad, sauce on a pizza or spaghetti, or in the form of ketchup on French fries for some folks. However one may eat it, it’s safe to say that a good majority of us love this plump little…

And you can too…sort of — Hello, my name is Random Influencer you just came across on the interwebs, and I want to show you how you can make tons of money online. You ready? Let’s get started. Follow me and my fellow “gurus” Ever dreamed of walking along the shore from your new villa that we borrowed somewhere in Huntington Beach…

And I have no qualms about it — Today, I’ve decided to delete my Vocal account. My reasons for doing so were because that website was dying a slow, painful death, and that it was just time for me to jump ship. I’ve only published two stories on the platform, which I’ve managed to convert into stories here…

Asking as an autistic person — I was raised to think I had a normal childhood and adolescence because I went through what any other kid or teen went through. Let’s just say it was ten times more stressful for me. Thinking I was the same as everyone else, I actually felt more like the guy…