Porch Swing Episode 1A: They Are Already Here

Pull up a chair and pour yourself a cold drink. Tonight, on the porch swing, underneath the ceiling fans with a slice of homemade peach pie, I am reflecting on the men who shaped my life. While grilling blackened fish on Father’s Day, a sudden realization brought me to tears—not from grief, but from a profound sense of connection. For years, I thought honoring my ancestors meant carrying their heavy burdens. But sitting beneath the trees in my blue chair, while grilling, I learned a deeper truth.Join me for a quick reflection on ancestral grace, freedom, and the love that keeps showing up through the lives we inherit. See you then.Remember our ancestral mantraLove them as a descendant.Preserve them as an archivist.Let the evidence lead us.