The man and I dressed in black tie for the fiftieth anniversary gala for LIFE magazine. Here we are with the great Zemog, one of my fellow reporters at the magazine. In this photo, I am a newlywed, only two months married.
In my mom's final year, my son elected to spend spring break with his grandmother. Here, he was helping her do her morning exercise of walking to the end of the hall and back. How the roles had changed. He was so good with her, and she with him.
I ran across this oldie again, me at age eighteen, the year I left Jamaica to attend college in New York City, where I would henceforth live, part of the chain of relatives sponsored by my Aunt Winnie, who was the first to migrate to America in the 1947. She, and our family, are the Orange Man's nightmare.
Aunt Winnie, the year she left Jamaica and settled in New York City. She was twenty-nine years old, an adventurer.