sugar butter flour love

by Nicole Falls

Her belief in me was honestly what got me through the past three weeks of waiting on pins and needles to hear back about my fate.

The truth was that it had been Gam and me for so long that wanting her near me was more for my sake than hers. I didn’t know what life was like without her always there one step behind me, waiting to catch me if I fell.

“The Lewiston culture, fool. Hometown pride means nothin’ to you these days? Whew, a brotha moves away for a lil bit and loses his roots. A damn shame. I’m tellin’ Auntie Lydia.”

“Typical. He’s probably shook, Tesh. Don’t think he can hang with real bakers,” mama replied, still snickering. “Excuse me?” I said, rearing my head back in shock, “I can’t hang?! Lady, I can out bake you any day!” “And I’m a home cook, so you should be able to out bake me. But when it comes to leveling up? You’re shook.” “Who even taught you the meaning of shook?” I asked.

snuggled up reading the new Alexandra Warren A Tale of Two Cities novella that dropped while we were away taping this.

isolating the movements of my ass cheeks in time to LightSkinKeisha’s song “Ride Good” that was currently playing.