dark girl

The little girl closed her eyes as she stepped into her bedroom.  Outstretching her hands, she felt the cold, smooth wood of her dresser in front of her and knew she was facing the mirror.  She took a deep breath and wished as hard as she could.  She hoped that today would be the day she transformed.  Every night, she dreamed that she would become a princess.  Everyone knew princesses were beautiful. Long, silky blond hair, tumbling in waves down their backs.  Big, sparkly blue eyes.  Small upturned noses and cherry lips.  Ivory skin.

Please. Please. Please. Please.  She whispered inside.

She opened her eyes, and her stomach fell.  Nothing had changed.  Her skin was dark brown, her hair thick with dark, rough kinky curls.  Her nose broad and unwieldy.  Ugly.  There was no need to look anymore, or wish.  She wasn’t a princess.  That was the day she threw the blanket over the mirror.

Years later, she removed the blanket.  Her breath caught.  She was changed. A princess at last.  It wasn’t her face or her skin or even her hair that was different.  It was her vision that had transformed.

For Story a Day and The Daily Post




I don’t make it home often. I prefer the chaos and noise of LA to my sleepy, slow-paced hometown.  I’m a new woman now.  New nose, new jawline, new cheekbones.  New life. I peek through the window of my childhood home before I knock.  My sisters are already there, surrounding my mother in the living room.  I take in the way the skin above their broad, identical noses crinkles as they laugh.  Their distinctive jawlines.  I feel like a stranger.  My youngest sister sees me and rushes to the door, dragging me inside.  They welcome me as though nothing’s changed.


The prompt for Moral Mondays this week is Mommy Lessons.  My favorite mommy lesson – you’re beautiful just the way you are.

Six Sentence Story – Edge


There was so much noise everywhere.  Every utterance, every laugh, every cough, every footstep sounded like an explosion.  Her stomach twisted.  She drove and drove and drove until she reached the edge of everything.  She stood outside of her car and wept as she watched the stars.  And finally, it was quiet.

The prompt for the Six Sentence Story  challenge was “trip.”

MWC – Breakup



Miniature Writing Challenge #26 is hosted by An Artist at Heart.  Find the challenge rules here.

Music surrounds us wherever we go. It reflects our emotions or elicits feelings from deep within our souls. Write a short story, poem or haiku about a music-induced experience.

“Work!  Work!  Work!”  Britney sang over the loudspeakers.   It was a song to which Callie loved to sing along in her car on the way to work, but during a spin class, she found it quite obnoxious.

“You want a hot body?  You better work!”  Britney ordered.  Callie trudged along, knowing her melting legs didn’t have another 50 minutes in them.  And to think she was here because of a boy.  She’d begged Adam to be honest.  “Tell me the truth. I can handle it.”

He looked away.  “It’s just…I like girls who are…you know…athletic…fit…”

“I get it,” she said.  But she’d been devastated.

Now, however, she realized she didn’t care what Adam thought of her or her body.  He didn’t matter.  She liked the effects working out had on her health, but she detested spin class.  She left her bike and never looked back.

Maybe she’d try Pilates.







A girl had fallen in the snow.  Sara ran down the road, breathless, wanting to help.  There was no one else around.  People were locked up inside their homes, waiting out the storm.  When the girl looked up with a grimace, Sara gasped. It was Taylor Stokes.  Taylor was the reason why she’d had to change schools. The reason why she’d cried herself to sleep every night her freshman year. The reason for the jagged scars on the inside of her arm.

They limped slowly down the street to Sara’s warm house.  When they came through the door, Sara’s mother, Faye, was waiting.  She hadn’t seen Taylor since that awful day in the principal’s office.  The morning after she’d caught Sara with the nail scissors.  They’d moved to a new school district to keep the two girls apart.  And now here she was, in their home, needing help.

Faye iced Taylor’s ankle and elevated it, then called her mother, who said she would be there shortly.

“What were you doing out there in the storm?”  Faye asked.  Taylor looked sheepish.  They realized suddenly, she was there to do something nasty.  There had been little pranks, every once and a while, since Sara had moved.  A rude name spray-painted on the garage door or the driveway, an egg splattered on the car.  Faye said nothing.  Taylor’s mom arrived shortly after, full of humility and gratitude, and then they were gone.

“Why did you help her?”  Sara asked Faye later.

“Because it was the right thing to do.”

That night, Sara reached for the secret pair of scissors she kept under her mattress and threw them away.

For Sunday Photo Fiction




Photo – Amy Reese

Delia faced the last flight of overgrown, weed-covered steps that led to the waterfall.   The first time she’d come here, huffing and sweating, head down, she’d accidentally bumped someone.  The woman had sneered at her, mumbling “fatty,” as she walked by.

It was Delia’s first time back since that day.  She’d worked out to DVDs every afternoon since, in her living room with the shades drawn tight.  But today, she’d felt like the sunshine on her face.   She sat on the edge of the precarious cliff and dared the world to look at her.

For Friday Fictioneers

#GIRLLOVE Challenge

I was nominated by Hiba for the #GirlLove Challenge.   Hiba is an inspiring, brave woman.  I love reading her haunting poetry and appreciate her honesty in her slice of life, nonfiction posts.

So, the #GirlLove Challenge was challenge was originated by Lilly Singh to help eliminate girl on girl hate.

My husband watched the video with me, and he asked why girl on girl hate exists.  I thought about it and realized it starts when we’re little girls.  And I hate to admit it, some may disagree, but I think it’s worse among us brown girls.   The most hurtful comments I’ve ever heard about my appearance or personality were from the mouth of another brown girl.  We are picked apart because of our appearance starting when we’re toddlers.  Who has the lightest skin, the longest hair, the best hair texture, the smaller nose, the lightest eyes.  We are taught to compete with each other and compare ourselves to one another from an early age.  I still notice it.  Girls with features that society has deemed more favorable are singled out and praised while their counterparts look on, completely ignored.  Don’t do this.  Please don’t.  Compliment girls on things besides just their looks.  Tell them they’re loving, happy, smart, funny, charming, inventive, imaginative, etc.  And if you do compliment them on their looks, compliment EVERY little girl in the group on their features, not just one.  This breeds jealousy and bitterness among girls that blossoms into bullying and hurtful words once they’re tweens and teens, developing further into mean-spirited competition once they are fully grown women.  There are women much older than me who I still hear make unflattering comments about fellow women and it just makes me so sad.

When someone makes a nasty comment about another woman’s appearance, shut it down.  Change the subject, call them on it, or, if that doesn’t work, leave.  Let them know that your world is a positive space.

Anyway, here’s what you do for the #GirlLove Challenge:

Tell your followers who inspires you, a famous woman who may be dealing with negativity on a daily basis.

Tell your followers who inspires you in real life, a woman you always interact with.

Tag five women bloggers who you love. Compliment them and tell them why you love them, and comment under their latest post with the link to your #GirlLove post!

  1. A famous woman who inspires me is Maya Angelou.  I was so saddened to learn of her passing.  She wrote stunning poetry that always gives me the confidence boost I need when I’m feeling unsure of myself.  The best of her work in my opinion is Phenomenal Woman.
  2. My mother inspires me everyday.  She has a quiet dignity that I know I will never be able to replicate.  She has taught me that you don’t have to be the loudest or brashest woman in the room to command respect or attention, and to always take the high road.  I try to do that everyday, even though I fail many times.
  3. The bloggers I would like to tag are:
    1. Pancake Bunnykins at A Real Messy Beautiful Twisted Sunshine
    2. Annie at What the Woman Wrote (I know this is your millionth nomination – you have to stop being so awesome!)
    3. Mandibelle16
    4. Alixa at AlixAnonyme
    5. Cherrytato at CherryTales

All of you ladies are such talented writers, very different but beautiful and inspiring in different ways.  By all means, anyone, regardless of if someone nominates or not, if you feel inspired by the challenge, please write your own post as well.  Spread the #GirlLove!