Nyasha Stowell The Driveway

This is a driveway awaiting its potential. Waiting to be filled up with people and cars. This is the driveway of the house in Snohomish.

My mother was a person who loved to have people around. Her driveway was always ready to have cars stuffed to capacity in it. Her doors were always open to anyone who wanted to come. She was there for people when they felt they just couldn’t go home and there when they just wanted a break.

A typical Saturday morning might mean cars filling this driveway and humans sleeping precariously all over the house. She was my mother, but also a mother to the world.

I am so thankful that I got to be a part of it all and got to see this beautiful example of love.