01/16/2026
I’ve been sitting with these for a long time.
Photos with soft edges.
Notes in handwriting I can still hear.
Names that built me before I ever knew them.
These are my people.
My blood.
My river.
And I don’t want them to disappear quietly.
So this is me starting something new.
A way of telling their stories out loud.
Of taking what’s fading and giving it a future.
I’ll be sharing the matriarchs and patriarchs who came before me.
Their faces. Their hands. Their lives.
The small things that say everything.
I’m turning these relics into keepsakes like
videos, prints, stories, pieces you can hold
so one day my children, and their children,
can know who they come from
and feel it in their bones.
This is just the beginning.
There’s so much more to tell.