By Yalonda Rice
The blue radio/cassette player on my dresser plays the latest R&B hits. I crouch down close, both ears facing the speakers, waiting for my favorite songs to play. When the deejay announces a song, my right index finger rests on the record button. Ready to press. It irks me when the deejay talks over the beginning of the song. It’s not his voice I want to remember.
After days of recording, hours waiting, patient timing, my 90-minute cassette tape overflows with songs. When the “B” side gets to the end, the beginning of the “A” side is ready to…
About the Author
Yalonda Rice received her MFA in Creative Writing from Rosemont College in Philadelphia, PA. Currently, she serves as Managing Editor of Philadelphia Stories, a literary magazine serving the Delaware, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania communities. She resides in Lancaster, PA.
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