Rugger: The Huntress (The Grey List Book 3)

by Grey Huffington

This isn’t the first tear you’ve cried and it won’t be the last. Crying isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new one. Make sure it’s the one you can see yourself in for a while, because those tears need to be few and far apart. Design her well, Rugger, the new you that’ll be birthed from this moment. Design her well.

He felt like safety. Security. Stability. Vulnerability. Sensitivity. Capability. Culpability. Accountability. Fragility. Fertility. Sensibility.

That man will switch her survival mode to the subtle mode so she can do less, speak less, know less, work less, think less, and be less than she’s been for everything and anything else.

Black women. They were the most beautiful creatures to walk God’s green earth and I had the privilege of being one. Knowing some. And, sharing blood with many. We were everything the world had told us we couldn’t be. Educated. Wealthy. Sophisticated. Successful. We were what they didn’t want us to become.

Yet, here we were. Thriving in our own right, even while hardships were staring us dead in the face.

“Without us, the world doesn’t move. It doesn’t continue. Life stops. Love stops. Everything stops. We are not of the world, Ms. Pickman. We are the world. Know that and stand in your power, even when you’re feeling powerless.”

As we navigate new territory, please don’t let us lose sight of ourselves or each other. Help us mature in love and in parenthood, simultaneously. Help me be the best version of myself that I can be so that I can make it easier for Rugger to be the best version of herself.