Leaning into Random Conversations
When I was a child, our lush, humid Maryland summers often forced me and my family onto our front porch. We had no air conditioning.
My mother had grown up in Baltimore City, with its famous white marble steps, and sitting out on the front porch in the evenings was just what we did. We watched traffic go by, chatted with neighbors out to water their yards, and -- most importantly -- we just talked.