My mother’s strength sustains me

“My mother told me that fear was not an option. I was always told that women are stronger, so I believed it.” Gmamma didn’t even flinch when we got the news of her imminent demise. “Everyone’s gotta go sometime,” she said with a...

The ties that bind

Piglet: “How do you spell love?” Pooh: “You don’t spell it. You feel it.” “Where’s so and so?” I ask DooDaddy, over supper at the Old Folks Home (name omitted to protect the elderly). Picture a spry geezer in khakis and...

Compassion is the ultimate C-Word

  “All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I’ve been And how I got to where I am” My earliest memory of my mother is of her walking beside the pool, backlit by the bright morning sun, like a goddess. Her...

Politics and pinto beans

“All great change in America begins at the dinner table.” Always up for a culinary adventure, DooDaddy was eager to try the hot chicken at Jackie’s Dream, the soul food mecca on McCalla Avenue. So we picked up Cousin David, DooDaddy’s uber-hip,...