After E.J. Bellocq circa 1912 (photograph of a Creole woman) My great-granddaughter doesn’t know this about me, but I’m the Creole lineage she comes from. I’m why she is drawn to New Orleans, French music, fromage. My chin is her grandmother’s chin. The Cubans didn’t take that away. When I was young, I learned to wear lace and sit in parlors so I would never … Continue reading Wait for Me by Marissa J. McCants