Brittany Shelby-Phillips
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A curious soul remarking on a human experience. 🧚🏻♀️💜
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The Battle of the Dawn
A new Saturday dawned as the sun rose over the Tennessee farmland until it reached Scattersville road and crept into the windows of our new townhome. I was fifteen going on grown, and waking up under the same roof as my two best friends, Brandy and Stephen, was the epitome of joy. Added to the absence of my younger brother, and this made for an ideal way to start the weekend. I loosened my waist-length, Pentecostal hair from its messy bun atop my head and swirled my locks into a fresh messy bun as I made my way down the stairs.
By Brittany Shelby-Phillips4 years ago in Humans
Hearts on the Wall
For the first time since we set up camp in North East, Tennessee two days ago, I washed my face. It was the smoke that eventually made my dirty face unbearable. Hours and hours of my husband, Shelby’s, prize-worthy campfires, filling my pores and sticking to the leftover sweat from yesterday’s hike. “I’m just admiring my fire,” Shelby said when I noticed his far off look and asked what was on his mind. It’s true he could construct a campfire to be admired, and for thousands of years, as long as men have ignited and contained fires, this was a skill to be boasted. I kissed his lips 3 times as is our custom and left him to his admiration for the nearby bathhouse.
By Brittany Shelby-Phillips5 years ago in Viva
