Smiling Through It All

This makes me smile!

He makes me smile

....with thr passing of obe of my mothers my book has kind of taken another direction. Remember my writings are fiction but based in on a true story but loosely.

Chapter One: Before I Knew Their Names

Before I knew who my mothers were, they were daughters.

Before there was heartbreak, there was history.

Before there was me, there was Calion, Arkansas.

There were generations of women and men whose names were carefully written on yellowing notebook paper by my Aunt Jean so they would not be forgotten.

She recorded our family names, our stories, and the fragments of a past shaped by slavery, segregation, faith, survival, and resilience. She understood something I would not realize until much later: if we don't tell our stories, someone else will—or worse, they will disappear altogether.

To understand my mother, I first had to understand the women who came before her.

This is where our story begins.

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