They grow well in this climate, and so, it seems, does she. “Being really patient with them and learning what they need has taught me a lot,” she says, and calls them by name: rubber tree, Monstera, spiky cactus, hanging fern. She’s surrounded by a jungle of green potted plants she accumulated during the early days of the quarantine. Her balcony overlooks a large apartment complex, a pond, blue skies. Speaking via FaceTime one recent afternoon from her apartment in Jacksonville, she sits on a patio chair, skin glowing and dreads draped over her shoulders. Andrews, which makes sense now, considering what I write about: messed-up family dynamics.” Honestly, I think my mom introduced me to Flowers in the Attic, by V.C. Animorphs, tons of Christopher Pike and R.L. “My parents didn’t moderate what I read,” she says, then laughs. Growing up in sunny Jacksonville, Florida, Dantiel W.
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