My beautiful sista-friend of more than 45 years: Our story began when I was about 11 and you were 13. Our friendship blossomed each summer under a big tree that used to stand in your front yard. There were chairs and a bench there, too. I can’t be sure of the type of tree that…
Tag: Bronx
MISSING COLORS IN MY RAINBOW
I am the oldest of three daughters and I am the only surviving sibling. I grew up in the Bronx with my parents and my two younger sisters, Audrey and Allison. It was not a coincidence that all three of our names begin with the letter A. Not only did my mother do this on…
Ava-Simone 