I made a decision. I’d had a hell of a life as a mother and a wife, now it was time to start my own life. I looked at the stacks of art books in my house and decided to begin there. All the ones I’d ordered to support Black artists or purchased as a sort of IOU to be read someday when I could find some breathing room. That time was now. I started packing those books to ship them to New York City to really enjoy them. So I could enjoy life. I was back.
