Editor’s note: “My Story” is where business executives share their personal and professional backgrounds and journeys that have made them who they are, in their own candid words, from the challenges of confronting stereotypes to the glory in overcoming them. Amid calls for racial justice, we can only make real change with greater awareness and understanding — and the ability to learn from each other’s experiences.
When I think about my story, I am reminded of that little Brooklyn, New York, girl who was left on the steps by her mother at the age of 2. My father left my brothers and me in the care of my grand-aunt who had no biological children of her own. I remember asking her to tell me about my mother. She would tell me that she loved my mother very much. My mother’s name was Crystal. From what I was told, she was an amazing woman.
She was tall with long, fiery red hair. Her frame was thick and beautiful. She had freckles all over her face that went down to the rest…
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