Laticia Blaine Hequembourg
Bio
I'm a mother. I revel in the role, my daughters are beautiful creatures with perfect smiles. The process feels so natural that I can hardly stand it. I'm also a wife and a PhD, I live by the connections of my art. I like to cook lasagna.
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Little Brother
I just hope you could know. Some girls probably know what it’s like to have a little brother. They spit, and their eyes wax often when they abash in ripped hand- me- downs. Little brother reptile shirts drip easy sweat with popsicle stains.
By Laticia Blaine Hequembourg5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Gift
Today has been the most difficult day of my life. I sit here with swollen wet eyes, weighted mind, stricken with grief so bleak my heart beats up through to my ears. I say goodbye to my dear sweet grand-mama Pearl. I rest my hand upon her body and I whisper my love. I close my eyes and think of her. She was warm, comforting, the blood line of my lineage, the artery that pumped life into our family. Every Sunday without fail, our bellies, our stuffed gloated egos, and the be-it-all to never miss me souls would feast on her labored felt nourishment. Her song was her food, that she so lovingly and graciously prepared for her family. She offered in full force without resistance, refusing help from all the younger women. Those women in the family that really just wanted a mere glimpse of her culinary sorcery. Every delicately, perfectly, beautifully crafted home dish that enveloped her passion and exemplified her roots. She cooked with heart, with love so deep you could taste it with every home soaked golden buttery bite.
By Laticia Blaine Hequembourg5 years ago in Families
