Grandma Amie.

She liked her coffee black Black like the curly locks that drape around her head. Black like the timeless, smooth, skin that hugs her bones. She was born in the thirties. And died in the nineties. She couldn’t get an education, so she made sure her three children did. She was born in Texas. And … Continue reading Grandma Amie.

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Phew!

As I said yesterday, I had a bunch of DIYs that I need to do before tomorrow that I didn't feel like doing myself. Today, I got them done! I painted my glasses I got at my housewarming. Unfortunately, one broke (not going to lie, I did it myself because I did not like how … Continue reading Phew!