In a little back alley of row houses and small white picket fences I watch my grandmother in the kitchen as she places the chair next to the stove.
She would straighten my hair today.
It’s summer; the back door is open. I can see my grandfather tending to his garden of tomatoes and gardenias.
I close my eyes and delight in the smells of Cherry Kool aid and my frying hair mingling with the summer breeze of freshly-turned earth.
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Alexis Harrell
Alexis holds a degree in Creative Writing along with minors in Women’s Studies and Philosophy. She is a mother of an awesome daughter and grandmother of two awesome young men and a little lady.
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