When I was a kid, my dad would take me to work with him. He was a contractor who specialized in installing and fixing appliances. I remember spending hours in his work van, handing him tools at work sites, fixing TVs, and putting up wallpaper.
My parents, who were immigrants from Jamaica, never made me feel as if there was anything I couldn’t do because I was a girl. I grew up in a single-parent household with my mom. I loved playing with Legos and tinkering with things. If the TV broke down, I would figure out how to fix it.
