To the person I wish I could be, I wish I was a strong black woman that knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. I wish I were the one that broke the norm. You know that one that wasn’t a stereotypical “bitter black woman”. I wish I was the one… Continue reading Day 18: The Person I Wish I Could Be
Mrs. Outlaw, I’m not sure if you remember me, but you were my 6th grade teacher. You were the very first teacher that made me feel like I was more than just a student. You actually seemed to be concern with my future. I remember a few weeks before the end of grade test you… Continue reading Day 17: Someone From My Childhood
Henry I don’t exactly remember how we became friends, but what I do remember is you were ALWAYS late to Spanish 2. You would always come dragging in, 20 minutes after class started, carrying a tennis racket. You had this mean “don’t talk to me” look on your face. I remember the teacher calling… Continue reading Day 16: Someone That Doesn’t Live in My State
Great Grandma I know I know I know…I have no business writing this letter to you, especially since it’s my fault I miss you. I’m sorry. I have no excuse. You’re only two and a half hours away and I only seem to make it up there on your birthday and occasionally on Thanksgiving. I’m… Continue reading Day 15: The Person I Miss the Most
Tashea, We were inseparable growing up. If you saw one of us, you saw the other. I was the only child and you were the only girl, so we just clung to each other. It’s crazy because we could be fighting one minute and playing with dolls or the easy bake oven the next. You… Continue reading Day 14: Someone I Drifted Away From
Rachelle Danielle 