My first memoriesinclude my Mama’s voice.No matter where she is,no matter where I am,I hear her— “There was a little girl,who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.” Mama points in thin air, draws a circle.“And when she was good,she was very, very good,” she emphasizes very, nods up and down,“and … Continue reading My Mama’s Voice
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