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The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 31

(Read the previous chapters here.) I looked up at the calendar, sixteen days and counting and no word from Kehinde. I didn’t want to call him. If this was some kind of unspoken Mexican standoff between us, then I wasn’t going […]

The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 31

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(Read the previous chapters here.) I looked up at the calendar, sixteen days and counting and no word from Kehinde. I didn’t want to call him. If this was some kind of unspoken Mexican standoff between us, then I wasn’t going […]

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The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 30

(Read the previous chapters here.) When I finally emerged from my bedroom the next morning, Pippa, like an intern eying the executive suite, handed me a cup of coffee and a

The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 29

(Read the previous chapters here.) They sat up under each other; chairs pushed together, elbows butting. Two conjoined Rhesus monkeys, one black, one white, their little faces scrunched together. When one

The Art of Being Un-Wired, Chapter 28

(Read the previous chapters here.) Three weeks in and the girl had yet to eat anything I prepared, preferring instead big tubs of Corn Flakes covered in mounds of sugar and

The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 27

(Read the previous chapters here.) It had been two weeks, two full weeks since the child was delivered to my doorstop. Two weeks since I first stood in front of my

The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 26

(Read the previous chapters here.) “Estella,” Kehinde began, “let me go on record to say I don’t know if I’m totally onboard with this foster parent endeavor of yours.”  I resisted

The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 25

(Read the previous chapters here.) Though I never got to talk to Kehinde about the case, at least I owed one less person. Besides, I knew what I was going to

The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 24

(Read the previous chapters here.) Wasting no time, Kehinde called me later that same day and asked me to go out the following evening. I had wanted to go out

The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 23

(Read the other chapters here.) When I caught up with Benny the following week, I told him about seeing the woman and her little foster charge, about the Church’s foster

The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 22

(Read the other chapters here.) Somehow I was able to keep the tears from falling, keep from cursing Glory, and even as I heard the first stirrings of the bombardier, keep

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