Lauren Wilson

Afro-Bougie Blues

Afro-Bougie Blues is a collection of twelve original, engaging, and occasionally edgy short stories that dig into the souls of ordinary black women and men meeting life’s challenges with courage and care.

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The Book

Afro-Bougie Blues is a collection of twelve original, engaging, and occasionally edgy short stories that dig into the souls of ordinary black women and men meeting life’s challenges with courage and care. Newlywed Alexis considers her past abortion after having a miscarriage. Rodney, an Army veteran, subdues his war memories with alcohol. As Bessie loses weight, she watches her marriage crumble around her. Derek reflects on his pre-teen daughter’s complicated questions about love. Deirdre complicates her marriage when she falls in love with a jazz singer. Watch as the protagonists find their way, find love, or find themselves amid the chaos. Explore the world of Afro-Bougie Blues. An extraordinary assortment of stories awaits you. Dig in.

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The Author

Lauren Wilson has been writing poetry and prose off and on for over 40 years, beginning with a series of poems to commemorate a cousin who passed away at age 19. She finds inspiration for her stories from a muse, an inner voice that propels her to put thoughts and emotions into words.

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I only drink at night. I’m not sure why. All the death I saw happened in broad daylight. But I can hold off the memories during the day. – Alone With my Nightmares
“My mother died last week and I have a myriad of memories of her that I want to share.” – A Flood of Memories
My body tried to warn me, but I didn’t want to listen. So, it sent a back pain. I ignored it. A stomachache. Not feelin’ it. The spotting was the final hint, and then the geyser came. – Mourning Angela
“Dad, I need to ask you a question.” Aisha stood in the doorway of the den, decked out in a purple t-shirt and matching pajama bottoms, wondering if her father had heard her. – Her Question