Have you got game?

“Taste this and guess what it is!” Aunt Lois* says to me one Thanksgiving morning while jabbing at me with a carving fork, a piece of grayish meat dangling from the tines. “Go on; taste it!” Now I don’t know about you, but I want to be able to readily identify my food. Even at…

Baby Jesus would not approve

Something is missing. I’ve looked for it in my neighborhood, at the mall, on television. Nothing. It was a homely little thing that used to pop in once a year between the end of October and the beginning of December. When it came to visit, it usually brought with it some family — both blood…

Come play in the deep end

“Do you remember being the only little White girl who would swim in the public pool?” Three times in as many months I have been asked this question by as many hometown African American lady friends. The answer? Honestly? No. “Do you remember teaching the Black kids how to swim?” Sort of. I remember that…