Tickled to share a stage with her…
MuhDeah, my great-grandmother, was a domestic worker, and as such, her employers would often give her things they no longer wanted but thought she’d be grateful to have. They’d once given her a breakfront filled with books. MuhDeah couldn’t read but I guess she kept the books as is for company’s sake. She passed away when I was around 8 or 9, and my mother inherited the china cabinet.
We tucked it into our hallway, and I was fascinated by it and its contents. Behind the glass was a picture of my mother from her high school graduation—not quite black and white, not quite sepia. My mother used to be young! I stared at her face several times a day, searching for pieces of myself. I looked like my father…
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Big Blue Dot Y'all 
February 18, 2014
Badassery, Doesn't Fit Anywhere Else, Nashville/Tennessee/Regional, Not a Door Mat, Pretty & Shiny, The Should's, The Times They Are A Changin'