It hangs vertically, next to the altar where I meditate. It is an old, cloth, “hippie” belt worn proudly fifty years ago, woven of yellow and green cotton fabric, with tassels at both ends, and measures about five feet long.
In New York City's Jumel Terrace Historic District, Dominican-born artist Rose Deler reframes her outlook. Deler says that it’s that feeling of connection and looking out for one another that provides the neighborhood with peace of mind.
Neither of my parents was musically inclined. My mother could not sing, but rather spoke the lyrics to a few songs; while my father, who took violin lessons as a young child, would often croon along with a tune coming from the wooden box in the corner of the living room.