Sometimes, a girls got to get back to her roots. I mean this both in terms of my hair and my sentiments.
will always be the most special to me. It's where my family settled after they moved to America, it's where I learned to ride my bicycle, effectively barter with the ice cream man, developed a grade school crush on the boy two blocks over, and have all of my earliest childhood memories; like when I first painted my nails black and my grandparents thought I was batshit because I said it reflectd my soul - sarcasm, since the day I was born. Or, when I had the chicken pox and I watched ballroom dancing marathons with Abba and it was the first time we talked about fashion, dresses, sewing. Little did I know then, this home, those conversations would shape me.
Now, time to BBQ in the borough where I'm from. Catch ya later, muchacha's!
Photos by Stephanie Tucker