The Important Lesson I’ve Learned from an Unsuspecting Mentor
As a child, I remembered the time I had a lip-sync battle with my Aunt Niecy. She was seventeen or eighteen, and I was six. Her bedroom became the stage. The song “Grooveline” by Heatwave thumped through the stereophonic speakers while posters displayed the 1970s era on the walls. A small incense cone burned the…
