Where it started.
Washington D.C. Not the Washington of monuments and power. The Washington of neighborhoods where furniture ends up on the sidewalk and children learn early that the standard they are told to reach does not always reach back.
She grew up between relatives. Her mother, disabled by MS, was gone too soon. Her maternal grandmother, a senior official at the Department of Housing and Urban Development, died before they ever had the chance to know each other. The women who should have anchored the next generation were taken before the anchor could hold.
What that leaves a young person with is a choice. Let the absence define the ceiling. Or decide that the ceiling was wrong.





