March 12 marked six years of me living in New York. And so much has changed since I arrived. I went from âcrayons to perfumeâŚâ Â New York is where Â I became a whole person. Â Where I became an adult? A MOM, a wife, a writer. Thatâs what the city does to you. Makes you grow up. But I still wear a pair of my white chuck taylorâs with a dress. Â Youâll still hear me rapping with brush in hand to my all time favorite, Renee.Â
Several weekends ago I woke up with an addiction to novelty. I was feeling cooped up, uninspired. And the âstart a scrapbookâ advice to beat cabin fever, only makes me feel more on edge. Therefore, I went with a little more spontaneity. Well, as spontaneous as a mom can be with a toddler in tow. We headed out to Williamsburg, which is a hip, young, career-oriented, part of Brooklyn. We were the only ones pushing a stroller that day.
A close friend of mine is a street artist. I remember asking him, why did he think it appropriate to use public space this way? âItâs how we communicate, itâs a symbol of unity,â he said.