Excerpt from Ghost in the Water

The entire incident reminded me of the Salem witch trials.  I wanted to say, “That was very white of you to exile me without giving me the chance to stand up for myself.”  Rather, I politely rephrased it to a mere sarcastic, “Thank you for giving me the chance to give my side of the story.”  Using the word “white,” although a well-placed insult, would have served no good purpose.

I was escorted off of the grounds, never to return.  When I told my parents of the betrayal, they were aghast.  Deep inside, I expected them to defend me in some way, but they never did.  Rather, they chose to side with the tribe and call me a witch.  As time passed, they grew closer to the Georgia Cherokee while I found myself increasingly estranged.

A sweat lodge was erected in the back yard one day.  Mother forbade me to go near it or the back yard. Finally it was apparent that they valued their new religion over their only daughter.   It was the last straw.  I turned my back on it all, never to be red again.


This is from Ghost in the Water, one of my rare “roots moments” when I write from my cultural perspective. Ghost in the Water can be found in There’s Nothing Romantic About Washing the Dishes.

Trait of Honor Excerpt 4

“No,” Domino protested.  That was the opening Voice Two needed as he tilted the bottle and the liquid poured out.  Domino choked and swallowed reflexively.  “Stop!” she cried as the bottle was pulled away.

Maybe it was because she had not had the stuff in her system a while, but the drug hit harder and faster than ever before.  The net above her shimmered and wavered dreamily.  “Stop…” Domino said again, but this time she meant the net.  It was disconcerting to see so much happen all at once.  Too much, too fast.  Boat. Boat boat boat.  Didn’t that have something to do with water?

Water… She could do with some water.  She was thirsty. But wait, that net looked kind of pretty once you got used to the billions of rectangular patterns it made as it moved.  Maybe that was her boat. Or the water.

“Watch yer ceiling,” said Voice Two pleasingly.  “It’s pretty than ever, ennit.”

“Yes,” Domino said, grinning.  “I like this ceiling, Voice Two.  I like it a lot.”