Did you have a baby doll, once? I had lots of baby dolls. Orange Blossom I received the Christmas my little sister turned one; when you squeezed her stomach she “blew” orange-scented kisses. And Martha Jean (renamed after my grandmother), my first treasured Cabbage Patch Kid. Eventually, these dolls were lost to history, so to [...]
Tag Archives: autobiography
In Which Our Heroine Says Goodbye to Unicorn Hair
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I’m the girl with the hair. I’ve always been the girl with the hair. It’s always out of the ordinary: thick, puffy, definitely nappy, and, strangely enough, really long. My hair is my calling card, my icebreaker, whether it is cornrowed, natural, wet, pulled back in a bun, relaxed, or pressed within an inch of [...]
Forget Columbus. My grandfather discovered America.
Monday, October 12, 2009
This Columbus Day, while some protest and others laud the discovery of America – and some dispute if a land with inhabitants can even be discovered – I’m going to take a break from all the controversy and celebrate another, lesser-known explorer: my grandfather, Jewell ‘Burt’ Burton. If Columbus discovered Hispaniola, Burt discovered America. When [...]




