Mary Coston Wise

Mary Coston Wise

Finally, I see you. Weathered black, white shades of brown. I weep from longing.   You are eighteen with furrowed brow wearing your Sunday best.   It’s Accomack County graduation day 1935. Did you know your arms,  legs crossed, could not shield you  from...
Momae’s Kitchen

Momae’s Kitchen

When Momae moved up north to Massachusetts to join Daddy, she brought her most precious possessions stuffed inside my granddaddy’s big brown leather suitcase. She also brought recipes handed down from my Nana, some hastily scribbled on paper, and others...

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