A few days ago when I was poking in one of my closets, I found a battered old scrapbook from the 1930, a big collection of greeting cards spasted onto the scrapbook’s yellowish pages.
Galentine’s Day and Our Great Leaders
My only problem with this pleasantly mad-cap idea is that it seems to focus on friendships between ladies…
Grandmother, Mother, Daughter
Whitney Houston’s death last Saturday alerted me to a part of her story: the roles played in her rise to fame by her mother, Cissy Houston, a gospel and pop singer who sang back up to Aretha Franklin, whose triumphant hymns to women’s independence heralded my political coming of age. Aretha was Whitney’s godmother. This matriarchy, source of strength and grace, is rarely recognized as such.