Yes, I Signed Books at Costco
November 30, 2015Essay by S. Lorraine Norwood
Oh, yeah. I forgot. I’m not in a cozy bookstore. I’m not even in Barnes & Noble.
Oh, yeah. I forgot. I’m not in a cozy bookstore. I’m not even in Barnes & Noble.
Emotions she didn’t dare express out loud would appear at the end of her paintbrush.
On the last day of the trial, I suddenly remember a dream in which a voice told me the meaning of life.
The gargoyles test their wings. You turn to me, your eyes like undertow.
She wanted to penetrate the shells in the way doctors would when performing a procedure on her.
This year, I added a new event: the Journal Burning Bonfire.
I just knew that, as a black woman, if I wanted to write, I needed some credentials.