This piece was originally published with AbsoluteWrite. “I can’t believe it. I am finally here,” I thought as I left the green room. “And, I’m about to go on stage.” Everyone is so wonderful, especially Reggie, the make-up artist. He listened attentively when I told him my pageant-induced phobia of people applying eyeliner to me.
Author Archives: Makasha Dorsey
For three whole days, I’ve been alone. Don’t feel sorry for me, it’s been quite lovely. I’ve eaten lunch without having to share it. I’ve even turned on the lights in the middle of the night and didn’t have an intruder stare back at me. This is the kind of aloneness I’ve hoped for since
“What a beautiful specimen,” are the words I uttered quietly the first time I saw Darious. I was studying for my Legal Research and Writing mid-term at the library when he strolled in. He looked like a Michelangelo creation that could breath, walk, and talk. Cassie, the girl at the reception desk, seemed to find