I’m dedicating Black History Month to my grandparents whose impact and influence have been indescribable, but I’ll do my best.
My Big Mama was a nurse and a travel lover. Before moving to California, my Big Mama picked cotton in Texas to pay for college. She loved to cook and I miss her red velvet cake, peach cobbler, fried catfish, and gumbo every day.
Grandma Shirley was a strong willed woman full of tough love. I’d spend every day after school at her house and we’d always have apple sauce with nutmeg sprinkled on top in this little brown bowls that were the perfect serving size. I think of her every time I eat a grape fruit and miss spending Christmas eve cramped in her living room.
My Granda Ross is love. I had to stop writing and give him a call to get some of that love. The love my Grandpa showed me growing up and the love he showed my Grandma Shirley before she passed has been a blessing that I deeply cherish.
Welp, I’m going to go cry now. I hope you take the time to appreciate the Black history in your life.