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I Didn’t Know a Woman Couldn’t Buy a House

As an eighteen-year-old leaving Daddy’s Alabama cotton patch, my entry into Ohio was thrilling, dynamic, an introduction to women’s rights and liberation. In the 1970s, I benefitted from feminist wars at a time when women burned their bras rather than…

One Last Kiss

The last time I saw Mom alive was Monday, May 5, 2008. I spent the night on a large plastic chair, meant for sitting not sleeping, at Baptist South Hospital in Montgomery, Alabama. Sterile smells hung in the air as…