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Dionne Boissard
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Stories (2/0)
Mommy
When I told you I had an abortion, you were so angry at me! More angry than I'd ever known you to be. That was confusing to me. I made that painful decision alone because I didn't think you or anybody would understand my fears. I was away at college and I felt all alone. The loneliness was so acute I didn't know I had an option to that level of fear and despair. All the fear, loneliness, and confusion subsided when you explained your anger. I didn't know you had a story too.
By Dionne Boissard3 years ago in Families
Black Women in Music
My Name When meeting someone for the first time, I often introduce myself as, “Dionne, like Warwick, without the voice!” This greeting is usually met with a smile or a chuckle or a shared memory of one of Ms. Warwick’s greatest hits. A belted rendition of Do You Know the Way to San Jose or Walk on By often follows as we giggle with the awareness of shared interest. On many occasions, the other person and I will swap stories. This bonding moment offers me an opportunity to share how I was named for my Mother’s favorite singer Dionne Warwick and grew up listening and singing along to all her greatest tunes. By the end of the exchange, I usually know a little about them and they too learn a little about me. I walk away from the encounter delighted in knowing that “black girl magic” is alive, real, and exist!
By Dionne Boissard3 years ago in Beat