Seeing my dad here in all of his afro’d glory, looking suave in a faux silk shirt and pleated polyester pants makes me happy for some reason. My mom was looking quite fab herself in a skirt suit, hair feathered and highlighted to perfection.
Childhood Memories: The Music Box
One of my earliest memories was when I was about two or three and I was given a music box for my birthday. It was a wooden box painted in pink and when you opened it, a ballerina popped out….
