Once when I was 9, my mother threatened to beat me for growing too fast. This wasn’t the first nor the last time she would make that threat but she never followed through. Now, looking back at that time in Savannah when the whole world was crumbling under the weight of the Great Depression, Daddies were shooting themselves through the mouth, and black folks were still less than half a man, I don’t blame her for wanting to keep her baby girl young, pure, and innocent. Read more at Midnight and Indigo