Once, in New Orleans, when we were walking Elaine home to her little slave cabin on St. Peter’s Street, she stopped and told me how much she loved my earrings. They were dreamcatchers that my friend Shirley made for me. I took them off and gave them to her. Taking out her own pair and donning mine, she said, “Now they are truly yours. Nothing is really yours until you give it away."
© 2011 cj Schlottman
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