Growing up I was surrounded by incredible women. My parents had an amazing group of friends that were family to us. I always referred to them as aunts and uncles, not even realizing that we weren’t related at all. As a child, DNA meant nothing when it came to who family was. Family consisted of the people that loved me and made me feel safe. These Aunts of mine were instrumental in raising me, even though they didn’t have to be.
My Aunts were there for my mom when I was an unruly toddler. They were there for me when Continue reading