I had no idea that you were just 6 weeks away. I was showing, clearly, but I was just getting used to having a bump. My belly blew up soon thereafter and, well, we know what happened next.
I just discovered a bunch of old pics, and this has to be a fave. You were so cute! That was our tiny Brooklyn studio. The first place we moved after the homeless shelter. It was horrible in every possible way - save for the Jamaican spot & Queen Afua around the corner - but it was home. And you were beautiful.
On June 8th, 2010, I was “in conversation” with Christopher Hitchens at the 92nd Street Y in New York in front of his customary sellout audience, to launch his memoir, Hitch-22. Christopher turned in a bravura performance that night, never sharper, never funnier, and afterwards at a small,…
These were actually taken again for your Aunt Richelle, who seems committed to ensuring you never forget home. Forget Harlem? Is that even possible?
Another shot for your Harlem family. Though it may appear you’re blowing a kiss, you were actually sucking in a foaming spit bubble that you’d insisted on posing with - sans my awareness - for several of the pics I took (but couldn’t send).
Your paternal aunts, Richelle and Jessica, have been wonderful to you, especially at Christmas, and I took a couple pics to show them you wearing some of the many clothes they’ve sent.
Our town just had its Xmas parade, and we stood watching it for about an hour. You complained, begging for a neon sword, but hopefully still had a good time.
