Black History Month is one of my favorite times of the year. I love my history! When I was about 10 years old my aunt took me to the Schomburg Museum for the first time and I was able to see actual slave shackles that wrapped around the legs and hands of my ancestors as they came over to the Americas from Africa. I was moved by that moment and made every effort to learn and understand the plight of blacks. To commemorate this year, I plan on sharing some of my favorite African American literature, which I’ve read throughout the years that not only enlightened me but changed my perspective on race, race relations, and my role as a black woman in it all.