Baby, let them eat fish and beans

Hey, girl, hey Happy Sunday ... I'll a little late ... but pull up a chair. There’s a pot on the stove and it’s been simmering all week around one question: how much of what you’re carrying was ever actually yours? My auntie had an answer before I had the question. She used to say, and forgive her, but she meant it, “F** ‘em and feed ‘em fish and beans.” As a girl I laughed because it sounded outrageous. As a grown woman who has loved hard and worn herself out doing it, I understand now that...