by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 18, 2024 | Memories
I hadn’t expected him to order coffee. No one ever did. I’d been working the midday shift at Charlie Goodnights for a week by then. In fact, hardly anyone bothered to stop by the bar on Hillsborough Street before 7:00 pm. My shift ended at 8:00. Mostly I spent my time... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Oct 23, 2024 | Memories
“We call that our ‘Freedom Wig,” Janice said as she pulled the cap over my head. A fluffy crown of tight brown curls sprung out around my face. She handed me a hand mirror and had me check my reflection in the brightly lit mirror behind me. A few long strands of my...
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