I desired to uplift our youth in my Black community.  The Peterson’s Projection map, Shabaka Stone image and other supplies I had on my list, yet I was eager to begin.  A woman of means having raised two sons; the youngest in grad school studying to be a physician assistant and my eldest a truck driver, loving father to two beautiful daughters.  I knew the withal was within me to live my dream of instilling the legacy of our “complete” history into the youth and also give them a listening ear to their weekly endured microaggressions at public schools.

I began where I was.