For Vera, Tracye, Thomas, Hilda, Michael, and Jerome. I am because of you.
Larchwood takes place in a space where time doesn’t exist as we know it. Memories manifest themselves and play in an infinite loop. The people and feelings that generated, and were generated by these happenings thus live forever.
This anthology is Black memory. The inheritance of worldly, emotional, and intellectual pos-sessions have shaped my life. Familiar scenes from a Black childhood have become ritual, decor is shrine worthy, and nostalgia is a spiritual connection to another plane of existence.
The household, and the walls that contain it, has produced and protected my sense of self. Larchwood is a portrait of my home. These images are the backdrop of my childhood and the roots of my existence. This is an acknowledgment and a profession of thanks to the hands that raised and raise me, and all that was poured into me by generations of strength and the will of survival.