When I met my husband, Alexis, he called himself an artist. During those pre-dating days, I often stopped by our college cafe where I knew I could find him transforming a blank wall into a European-looking street. When he painted …
What Grandma Taught Me in the Kitchen
I grew up in the kitchen with my mama and grandmas and aunties. The kitchen always held a centrifugal force, drawing our family together. The kitchen was the place where the stories and light unfolded. In the kitchen, my Grandma …