The traffic in certain parts of Brooklyn could make a grown man cry. I zoomed in and out of traffic in the bug honking the horn and muttering under my breath. We pulled up to a red light and I growled, exasperated. Mahalia waited a moment and said, "you just need to be patient, mom." I said, "You're right. How'd you get so smart?"

I was looking through some old photos and videos and found this one from just over a year ago. Seriously, where does the time go?