Your own backyard
Was it Emerson who said that the whole world exists in your own backyard? I can’t remember. I’ve been picking up Ebony magazine because twice there have been cover articles that caught my eye. One was on adoption, and the other was on Prince. What’s interesting is that the women appear to me to be of all shapes and sizes, unlike your typical InStyle where everyone is a waif.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how a family is together. When we were young, we had no scheduled play, no lessons to go to, not much of anything except the summers were lazy. We’d get up and hang out around the breakfast table for long periods of time and then lay around or play outside. We didn’t do much of anything and that is how best I remember summers – lazy and long.
Yesterday, Tin woke late and we were out of eggs after making blue deviled eggs, so we all headed to Huevos to eat breakfast together. Tin ate a big plate of poached eggs with tamales and creme fraiche. He ate more than T or I did. Family brunch, nice way to spend the morning. We came back and laid around on the sofas and Tin played up a storm.
I came across this poem in the last Ebony I picked up:
Summer Brunch
and where
do your parents
summer?
she asked
him.the front porch
he replied.Reuben Jackson