I am the daughter of a sharecropper . And when my mother left the tobacco fields of North Carolina for the cemented streets of New York City, she was making $1.18 a week . I didn't have to read about the brutality, cross burnings, or lynchings. I had a first-hand account of the sacrifices written in the lines on my mother's callused hands . I knew what overcoming at all costs looked like and it was that fortitude that continues drives our business today . The stories of our loved ones, our ancestors, both known and unknown, and the communities that made up our nation deserve to be told in the most beautifully creative ways . And we understood the assignment✅ . #iammyancestors #historyinthemaking #Kulturedkitchen