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On The Other Side by Verina Wherry

In a story of love, loss, and betrayal, Kamaria is a living, breathing wake-up call. Kamaria is a 33-year-old woman who grew up on the Southside of Chicago. She witnessed her parents die in a horrible car accident leaving her with an inheritance of five million dollars, Post-traumatic Stress Disorder, and Borderline Personality Disorder. With these disorders came the need to love and be loved. Kamaria decides to leave her hometown to create a  new life for herself. Her new life consists of a husband and two beautiful children until her husband attempted to take away her beauty. This led Kamaria to have an affair. Her lover becomes possessive, and Kamaria gets too comfortable. What happens when her past and future collide? Will she be able to accept the reality or will it consume her?

Free Verse by Erica B.

Jai's just returned to Brooklyn, after college, to find it to be a completely different place. She meets Malaki, the smooth and intellectual co-worker, and Damali, the budding poet and entrepreneur. Follow them through a whirlwind of secrets, dates, decisions, and a different side of Brooklyn's rapid gentrification.

Erica B. writes a dating series every year, for There'll be a new series dropping in late August! In the meantime, enjoy the series from previous years.

"I grew up in the 90s. I snuck my mother’s Eric Jerome Dickey, Terry McMillan, and Omar Tyree books. (I also snuck her Langston, J. California Cooper, and a copy of the DSMIV. But let’s be real…that’s not what influenced this series.) I watched “Love Jones”, “Love and Basketball”, “Hav Plenty”, “Brown Sugar” and many more movies like it, with eyes wide open. (I snuck some of those movies when no one was looking. I grew up in a household where I was only allowed to watch if the rating said I could.) The scenes of these works greatly influenced my outlook on love. I was ready to share an open mic cafe table with funny HBCU bred intellects, fall in love with the boy from next door, or one that was Brooklyn-bred in and love with hip-hop. We were going to be successful as all hell with our brown babies, running around our brownstone.
I moved to Brooklyn. I moved into a brownstone apartment. I frequented open mics and cafes. I walked along the Brooklyn promenade. I almost have everything I could ever wantHere's the thing...I haven't found "him" yet. Join me on my dates, by clicking the icons below,  and get ready to laugh, cry and nod your head, because you've been there."