Life, Love, & Laundry — community

Remember those lazy summer evenings, the smell of barbecue in the air, kids playing tag in the street until the streetlights came on? I do. I grew up in a neighborhood where community wasn't just a concept; it was a lived experience. Our street was an extension of our homes. We knew our neighbors – not just by sight, but by name. We shared meals, celebrated birthdays, and helped each other through tough times. Our homes were our social hubs, a place to connect, chat, and build genuine relationships. Every summer, our street would erupt in a symphony of laughter...

A long line of teenagers on bicycles spanned the width of the road on this beautiful summer day.  The adults gathered along the sides, as if a parade was taking place, but this event was a race and no parade.  Among the group was a little boy nowhere near old enough to be a teenager but his confidence was unparalleled in the group, as he was positive he would win with his tricycle.  The countdown started followed by a yell "GO!" and the racers took off down the dirt road to a designated spot called pole 82, which was simply...