The Potty Mouth Granny

  • The Everleigh Club: From Silk Sheets to Section 8

    Chicago has always had a talent for reinventing itself. Sometimes it builds a skyscraper. Sometimes it tears down a brothel. And sometimes it tears down a brothel…and builds public housing on top of it. You really can’t make this stuff up. If you had wandered into Chicago’s Levee District around 1900, you would have found…

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  • Bye Bye Baby Cat🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛😢😢😢

    On May 17, 2009, a tiny black kitten entered the world. For the next seventeen years, he filled one family on the South Side of Chicago with more love, laughter, and joy than anyone could have imagined. He ruled the house with the confidence of a king, entertained them daily with his endless shenanigans, and…

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  • People of Earth (Black Folks)

    We are the people of the earth,born from dust, sunlight, water, and time. We are the color of riverbanks after rain,of cinnamon and chestnuts,of copper pennies warmed by a summer afternoon,of fertile soil waiting for seeds,of coffee, cocoa, amber, honey, and mahogany. We are not one shade. We are a thousand whispers of brown,a million…

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  • Happy Thanksgiving

    Earlier this year, I learned that I had a mass in my right breast and had to have an immediate following mammogram. When I received the abnormal results, I put it away in the part of the brain where you put information that you’re not ready to deal with but late at night, I would…

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  • You Are My Love Child

    Yesterday was a day she would tuck carefully into the folds of memory. It was the birthday of her oldest child thirty-eight years now and the weight of that number pressed gently against her chest and her soul. She could hardly believe it. Time, that quiet magician, had slipped by while she wasn’t looking. It…

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  • The Curse of the Strong Black Woman

    During my travels in life, I have seen many sisters in pain, young and old, walking around like the living dead. I just want to hug them and tell them that it will be okay. That I know it is not easy living a society that tells Black women that we are ugly and no…

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