White Hot. City Lights. Miami Spice.

It is true that I have had heartache and tragedy in my life. These are things none of us avoids. Suffering is the price of being alive.

~ Judy Collins, American Muscian

White Hot. City Lights. Miami Spice. When people think of Miami, they think of night life and South Beach. Most people who are not from Miami think it is all fun, all the time. Those of us who live here understand life is happening here just like it’s happening everywhere else on the planet. In the late 1950s, our second oldest brother, decided to move his wife and three small children to Miami. His move was not for the night life, but for better opportunities. Shortly thereafter, Bobbie followed him for the same reasons.

When Bobbie arrived in Miami, it was not much different than the small town of Andersonville. She was in a real city with many more people. While living with her brother, she found employment as a housekeeper. During those times, it was not uncommon for black women to clean homes and care for white people’s children. Although she was cleaning houses for white people, it was much better than working in the fields. Miami was not immune to racial tension, but Bobbie found the people overall to be much nicer than what she had experienced in Andersonville…

After getting a job, it was not long before Bobbie wanted to explore the night life Miami had to offer. As a young woman, she went out to the clubs and bars, as many single, young women do. While at a bar, she met someone with whom she became romantically involved. Although the relationship did not last long, they had a daughter. Shortly thereafter, Bobbie met the love of her life. I’m not sure if it was love at first sight or simply a chance encounter. But the meeting would change Bobbie’s life forever.

“My Sister, My Friend” By: Rhodessia Strong-Amazon.com

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