Tag: ScripturesSassandStories
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The Egypt Directory
Saydah had made herself a cup of tea, settled into her favorite chair, and was halfway through reading an article about drought-resistant landscaping when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen. Unknown Number. Normally, she ignored unknown numbers the way sensible people ignored expired coupons and suspicious text messages promising free cruises. But that…
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Low Volume
A Sasspoint Village Narrative By 6:48 a.m., Marceline Rowe had already ignored two phone calls, one twelve-minute voice note, and a text message that simply read: “Call me ASAP. It’s too much.” Nothing good had ever followed the phrase “It’s too much.” Especially before sunlight. Marceline lived in the quieter side of Sasspoint Village, where…
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Why Smart Women Disappear
Why Smart Women Disappear A Sasspoint Village Narrative By late afternoon, the café patios in Sasspoint Village were full of women pretending they were “just grabbing coffee” while secretly conducting emotional audits on everyone they had ever met. It was a respected local tradition. Near the corner window of The Grateful Griddle sat Selah Beaumont,…
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365 Hours
365 Hours A Sasspoint Village Narrative By Anita T. KumehScriptures, Sass & Stories™ Nobody in Sasspoint Village noticed the change at first. That was the interesting part. People always claimed they could “sense energy shifts,” but most could not detect an actual transformation unless it arrived wearing a crisis, a scandal, or a dramatic Facebook…
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The Art of Strategic Vocabulary
The Saturday Artisan Market in Sasspoint Village was packed with the usual polished crowd: women in beautifully tailored Ankara outfits quietly judging each other’s fabric choices, men talking about imported coffee beans like they were stock investments, and children running dangerously close to handcrafted candle displays that cost far more than anyone’s common sense allowed.…
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The Cost of a Quiet Shortcut
In Sasspoint Village, reputation could open doors. But it couldn’t keep them open. Selene’s atelier sat at the best corner of Boutique Row, where sunlight caught every finished piece and made it look like a promise kept. Brides booked months ahead. Prom season filled every open space on her calendar. She was, by every visible…
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The Cost of Keeping
In Sasspoint Village, spring didn’t just show up. It brought things into the open. Closets were opened. Drawers were emptied. Corners that had been overlooked suddenly mattered. Naomi stood in the middle of her home, a large box in front of her labeled: KEEPTRASHDONATE Simple categories. Clear choices. She folded a sweater, paused for a…
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The Grace Budget
In Sasspoint Village, people managed things well. Time. Image. Commitments. And for some—quietly, without ever saying it out loud—even grace. Caleb was known for being dependable. If something needed to be done, he did it. If someone needed help, he showed up. He didn’t like leaving people stranded or situations unresolved. To him, that wasn’t…
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Marriage, Rage, and Age — A Sasspoint Village Story
A Sasspoint Village Acrostic M Most Saturdays in Sasspoint Village drifted by quietly, but this one carried a different hum. The community hall filled early with couples carrying notebooks, travel mugs, and that brave, slightly apprehensive look of people who suspected they might be lovingly confronted. A Arriving just as the speaker cleared his throat were Zlatka and…
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The Architecture of Alignment
The Architecture of Alignment A Reflective Narrative from Sasspoint Village When Zahara married Elias, the photographs were flawless. Crystal chandeliers shimmered above them.Champagne glasses chimed.Guests whispered, “Perfect match.” From the outside, everything aligned. But alignment is not aesthetic. It is architectural. White silk and gold rings,Blueprint hidden beneath vows.Foundation unseen. In the early months, they…