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    Stories We Share With Daughters As They Grow Older
    Stories We Share With Daughters As They Grow Older
    Stories We Share With Daughters As They Grow Older
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    Stories We Share With Daughters As They Grow Older

    By Jill Okpalugo-Omali

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    Stories We Share With Daughters As They Grow Older is a must read collection of flash stories. The reader is taken on a reading voyage which if shared with daughters makes bonding ridiculously simple.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJill Okpalugo-Omali
    Release dateFeb 4, 2016
    ISBN9781524264604
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      Stories We Share With Daughters As They Grow Older - Jill Okpalugo-Omali

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      Jill Okpalugo-Omali

      Author of

      Ifenne - Finalist in 2015 Les Figues Press NOS Contest

      Marriage at Gunpoint

      The Girl Who Grew Taller Than Men

      The Boys Whose Names I Wish I Could Erase from My Diary

      Stories We Share With Daughters As They Grow Older

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      Jill Okpalugo-Omali

      DEDICATION

      For Jonathan Arinze, and Nnamdi David, our remarkable little boys who entered our lives and changed it forever

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

      For those who saw me through my writing journey, who provided support, who talked things over when I had doubts, who babysat as I had intellectual intercourse, who read every rough draft, offered comments, edited, proofread and designed—thank you.

      My readers. Thank you for reading, for buying.

      CONTENTS

      The Pretty Pink Box

      The Circle of Broken Women

      Compromise

      Disclosure

      A Life of Amber Bottles and Sticky Notes

      Pseudo-Heaven

      Levels Have Changed

      Smothered Nostalgia

      The Pretty Pink Box

      You never know what you can do until someone pushes you to a corner, Mama often said on bad days. And always, Adaure, my younger sister had replied, tall, arms akimbo, legs slightly apart: And why would you let someone boss you around?

      Today, as I got change for a twenty, and paid the taxi driver, I saw Adaure, angry, on her doorstep. She untied her neatly-ironed apron with one hand and fought to keep the front door open with the other. I understood Mama’s words differently.

      You came. She hugged me, bunched my bags together, and carried them in hand. She let out a tight smile and closed the door behind me.

      Tension hung in the air like thick smoke, without bothering to settle. The calm tick-tock of the wall clock

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