I used to live in Harlem. In a Striver’s Row brownstone, on the Westside near 138th and 139th street in Manhattan. That house had three levels, five bedrooms, and three bathrooms. We preserved the architectural integrity of the house; the hardwood floors are original and the crown molding looks the same way as it did in 1900.
Now, my partner used to work for the United Nations as a French/English interpreter. He now works with French speaking countries outside of France; mostly Haiti and the African nation of Togo. I am a writer who makes a living by writing what she wants. Our children are well-behaved (because we won’t have it any other way) and intellectually curious. They aspire to be the brother/sister version of tennis greats Venus and Serena Williams.
We made memories in this brownstone that has the kind of decor that one would imagine if Kanye West … Read the rest