I married him without knowing the sound of his laugh. I didn’t know if he liked his tea hot or iced. Didn’t know if he slept with the lights on. Didn’t even know if his smile curved to the left or right. But I knew this — his silence was louder than thunder. The Day … Read more
The First Time I Heard His Voice I came to the church for healing. I didn’t find God. I found him. His voice was the kind that doesn’t scream, but settles into your bones like it’s been there before. Like it’s home. I was sitting in the last pew that Sunday, pretending to listen. My … Read more
The first time I met Malik, he was wiping down my father’s Mercedes-Benz like it held the secret to heaven. I was seventeen. Dripping in lace and anxiety. My mother had yanked me into a corset so tight it felt like my ribs were folded in half. It was my birthday, but I felt … Read more