Today, my Puerto Rican Grandma Carmen told me “do not let go of your pigeon even if there are 100 others around.”

It came out of nowhere – but I’ve been thinking about it since.

“Alright Mima, I won’t let go of my pigeon.”

I’m not in a relationship – so this isn’t a ‘chasing after other fish in the sea’ kind of comment.

It might be about work. It might be about valuing friends and family. It might be about Minneapolis. It’s most likely about Minneapolis...