Loves Touch was born from lived experience — the kind that doesn’t come from textbooks or training, but from real life, real family, and real responsibility.
I grew up between Harlem and the Caribbean, surrounded by women who carried entire households on their backs. Caregiving wasn’t a job; it was a calling. It was what we did for our elders, our children, our partners, our neighbors. But behind the strength, there was exhaustion. Behind the love, there was sacrifice. Behind the smiles, there were moments of quiet overwhelm.
I watched caregivers pour from empty cups. I watched families struggle to navigate systems that were never built with us in mind. I watched people give everything they had — and still feel unseen.
Loves Touch is my answer to that.
It is a sanctuary for the people who hold everyone else together. A place where caregivers can breathe, be supported, and be reminded that they matter too. A place rooted in Harlem’s resilience and the Caribbean’s warmth. A place where healing is cultural, communal, and accessible.
This is more than a nonprofit.
It is a love letter to every caregiver who has ever felt alone.
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