Crystal Higginbotham

The Black Love Moment

Stephanie I am sitting on the couch watching Bridgerton sipping from a glass of celery juice when the phone rings. I’m lost in the drama and in shock of the light dusting of snow that now lays on the lawn. For this time of year in Michigan, a light dusting is considered an early spring. Daphne just found out that the prince is interested in her. However, I know her heart is with the Duke. Quiet as kept, my heart is with the Duke too. The Duke is F-I-N-E. Whew child. Any who, no matter how fine he is, there is absolutely no way I could have lived during the early 1800’s. I cannot imagine the pressure women had to marry, have children, and be completely dependent on a man for resources.