Maybe I had the analogy all wrong. Perhaps I am not the low branch waiting to bear fruit, but rather a fruit myself, ripe and laying on the ground, ready to spread my own roots. Being from a family with a legacy of involvement and excellence forces me to consider my own responsibility to that […]
My grandmother is my keystone. Not in the beer sense but in the building sense. If you go on wikipedia you’ll find that a keystone is the stone placed at the apex(center) of an arch. It is the final stone that is placed during construction of an arch and gives the arch its structural integrity. Before […]
Now that you’ve met the roots (my Grandma) and the branch (me) meet a seed that has fallen and begun to grow. This project of defining my roots is as much for her as it is for me but thats a story for a different day. The roots of my position in this society are […]
I write now aware that there are many stories in the world. Over six billion people live in the world and each has their own story. Their own hopes, their own fears, their own dreams. Too often we go about our lives unaware or unwilling to consider others. Perhaps it because our guilt would be […]
Every morning I wake up to a picture of my brother’s kids. They are the product of our family’s struggles, but also of our successes. For every perceived obstacle they will have to overcome, such as their Haitian ancestry, their blackness, etc, they have advantages that most (I’d guess 5 billion of the 6 billion […]
