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Chapter 7
After leaving grad school it was hard to find a job. Even with two solid degrees and the will to learn and apply myself, there were no takers, so I took a job that was in front of me, working in a craft store as the activities specialist, in charge of coordinating classes and events…
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Chapter 4
“Mom, I’m ready to read the bible.” My son is sitting on the floor of my office with a book in his hand. It’s Gangsta Granny, a satirical children’s book fit for a third grader, adorned with Roald Dahl-esque black and white illustrations scattered throughout the chapters. I turn to him, utterly taken aback, my…
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Chapter 2
I am fourteen, standing in the kitchen. I have never seen anyone wield a knife like my mother does. Deft but careful, her hands at ease, accustomed to the blade, as she removes the veins in the chicken thighs. I have never seen a knife like this in another person’s home, its black handle mostly…
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Chapter 1
In a world where most minds paint their dreams in shades of gray, I revel in the kaleidoscope of colors that dance across my slumbering mind. As I drift into the depths of sleep, I transform into a mermaid, effortlessly navigating through swirling tidal waves and diving into the hidden recesses of the ocean, where…
Jennifer Lauture 