This past month has been both hectic and joyful.
Not only am I nearing completion of my new novel; some old friends that I haven’t seen in decades, found me on facebook and hearing from them brought back so many wonderful memories.
Where we grew up, Chicago’s North Shore, it was almost like growing up in Mayberry. Most everyone that lived there were transplants from the south (African Americans). It was a place where neighbors were never strangers. There were kids all over the place, close-knit families, community pride, and very empowered people who had pulled themselves up by their bootstraps. People had nice homes and kept their yards nice. Welfare was not even a thought for the people in my neighborhood. We had fun playing and there virtually was no crime at all–you could walk around at night very safely. However, when we gradated from high school, naturally, the influx of new people, can change the the culture of where you live. Drugs found their way to our once safe haven community, so did AIDS and gangs. Life changed.
This is the reality of America.
But the one thing I have learned in my life if that: life is always going to challenge you, but no matter what; it’s a beautiful thing to have friends that remember you when you were young.