From Her Lenox Stoop…

I had a little pep in my step as I trotted down the steps of my new 4th floor walk-up, out the brownstone’s vestibule doors, and onto what the locals call “The Avenue”.  On this particular late December day, Lenox was alive with tweens just out of school, college kids with suitcases headed to the subway, and the new age corner entrepreneurs asking if I wanted my hair braided.  I turned onto 125th street to find even more hustle and bustle as old ladies boarded express buses, street vendors called out sales, and tour guides rounded up their flock.  The heart of Harlem was my new neighborhood and I felt like my own personal Renaissance was about to commence…

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