This time last week, I was carrying my first book award around Harlem+presenting it to a spirit. I’d been led to Harlem years ago through an ancestral connection that involved my great-grandfather, Zora Neale Hurston and an apartment building on 145th: nicolefcarr.substack.com/p/ancestral-...
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Ancestral veneration as we author our stories
Last weekend, I landed in Harlem to accept the first book award for The Price of Exclusion. Sunday morning gave me a chance to reconnect with the ancestor who led me here to research and write.