The painting hanging on the wall behind us was made by my Grandmother Ana. My remarkable grandmother, who I have the honor to be named after, took to painting with oil and tree bark after she retired from being a genetics professor at the University of Puerto Rico.  The bark on that painting is from a tree in her backyard. The painting depicts the small beach in front of the house my mother grew up in.  There is no better reminder of my roots in my home.
I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’ve lived away from my family for 15 years (19 if you include college) but I find myself treasuring the simplest objects that remind me of home. From the moment I set up my first apartment, I’ve always made sure I had some decorations from my parents... Read more »