
I have a friend, Liz, who is a half-Egyptian, half-Cuban beauty. Tall and fit, she more like glides when she walks, ever mellow but always in step with the world around her. The color of her eyes exactly matches her burnt-caramel skin. The corona of springy, black curls that frames her face is her signature feature. She is blithe, guarded and possesses a disarming, sardonic wit. And she reminds me of beans, so hard and stoic until you cook them down, slowly. Patiently. What is impenetrable at first eventually becomes velvety smooth, full of texture, hearty and dependable. Also, we ate a lot of black beans and rice together when we were low-budget law students living in Baltimore. It was 1995. Our first year of law school. We spent time on campus feigning self-confidence, eating free pizza and drinking cheap beer in the student lounge, and surreptitiously stalking the … [Read more...]




















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