Pepper writes stories that span the gamut from humorous to heartfelt, however the common theme is crossing boundaries. Pepper's unique stories often tackle taboo topics such as mental illness and homelessness. Readers will find themselves questioning their own sense of right and wrong, attraction and desire. In addition to writing, the author is also an artist, an introverted recluse, a self proclaimed empath and a foodie. Pepper Pace can be contacted at: pepperpace.author@yahoo.com

In 1977 12-year old Vanessa White lives just out of reach of the projects that both scare and entice her. It is the year that she meets 14-year old Scotty Tremont, one of the few white boys to live in the ghetto. Initially afraid that Scotty intends to beat her up because her cousin called him white trash, Vanessa soon learns that although Scotty is a ‘Trick Baby’ and will probably be a dope boy just like his brother, he also somehow manages to be compassionate. 

Scotty is learning something as well; that his path has not been laid out before him and that everything isn’t necessarily everything. This book series takes the reader back to the 70’s style urban lit stories of life in the ghetto. It begins in the 70s and moves throughout the decades following the lives of people whose stories have intertwined in a romantic, tragic, sometimes funny, tale of street life. This story is for adult readers only and contains mature themes including language, sex, violence, drugs and racism. 


Everything is Everything

Mama Rose swept Crash up and refused to be parted from him—at least until the smell from his diaper indicated that he was in need of a changing. Vanessa was fine with her spoiling him. She was tired and right after dinner she fell asleep in one of the twin beds in Charisma's old bedroom and didn't open her eyes again until the crack of dawn. 


Feeling bad for ditching her son, she crept into Charisma's mom and Dad's room where she found Crash sprawled out in the middle of the bed between them. He had taken up so much of the room that the two adults were practically hanging off the edge. 


Her poor son was marked for life. Because of the bar that he had to wear even while sleeping, he had no choice but to sleep with his legs splayed out and of course he naturally did the same with his arms until he lay with his limbs pointing to each corner of a bed. Poor Mr. And Mrs. Johnson.


Chapter 139