My Son’s Miracle Heart

     It is the day before getting discharged from the hospital where my son was born. A RN nurse comes in, checks my boy with a sthetoscope, and says she hears a heart murmur. A doctor comes and dismisses it as a breathing pattern. Another RN comes, listens to my baby boy’s heart and says…

Free Woman

In the last four years I have taken a few African dance classes provided by the instructor of a local dance troupe. There hasn’t been a single time in which I felt confident enough, or most importantly free enough to participate and feel like I could dance. I have studied the regular dancers (by regular…