By Dalton Sweat
Editor
Sometimes, life is about the little things.
A few months back, I was sitting with my Aunt Dee of the front porch of her house. We were sharing a cup of coffee before I had to run off to work, swapping stories and theories about life, as elders like to do with those not quite their age. She was taking about enjoying the little things in life as she walked out into her front yard and picked up a hand full of dirt.
“This is mine,” she said with a smile. “This is my dirt.”
We both laughed, but at the same time, she made her point. Not only is that dirt hers, the land it sits on is hers and so to is the security of knowing she will always have a place for friends and family.