November 1992 I grimace in dismay as dingy water from the puddle I carelessly stepped in splash onto my leather-accented jeans. It was two years after I moved to Seattle. I should have known to avoid puddles by then, but I was so full of excitement that I forgot. I was walking along Southcenter Boulevard […]
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Once I’ve stirred one tablespoon of pure cane sugar into my cup, I sit at my kitchen table to enjoy it. I’m about three sips in when I’m hit with memories of precious times with my late Grandma…
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The nineteenth anniversary of the slaying of Christopher “The Notorious B.I.G.” Wallace led me to reflect on my relationship with the genre that has lionized him in death.
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