Soul Food Love
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Congressional Cookbook: The Junior League and the Congress
Library Desk: Doors and Desks
Sleigh Bed: Texas and Louisianna
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Portrait Table: Icebergs and Angels
Battle of Nashville: Slaves and Soldiers
Maid of Honor Portrait: Three Third Grade Bridesmaids and a Sexy Brilliant Woman Priest
Red Dining Room: Table and Chairs
Jubilee Singers with Lavender: Alfred Stieglitz and Fisk
Mirror Portrait Caroline: Caroline and her Portrait
Sofa: Couches and Dreams
Silver Coffee Urn, Saul Martin Portrait: Zelda Sayre and Gatsby
Harlem Chairs: Tammany Hall and Harlem
Tuskegee Wardrobe: Brownies and Smithies
Portrait Chair: Harper Lee and Sigourney
Dear's Ice Cubes
Working Library: Cynara and Windsor, and Hope
Me and My Blog
Fort Pillow Massacre: Nathan Bedford Forrest and Madison Smartt Bell
My Boots: Nancy Sinatra and Roy Rogers
Longpage, 1913: Stephen Stills and Frank Lloyd Wright
Cold Cucumber Soup
Six Cases of Cookbooks: Julia Child and Caroline Williams
Magnolias: Magnolias and Magnolia
Statute of Alexander Pushkin: Pushkin and Othello
Take The Ow Out Of Now: Buddha and Nietzche
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Joan's Nicoise
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Soul Food Love

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    • 7/22/2009

      Let's Move! Ada and I are headed to Montgomery, Alabama. Returns to Alabama are always delicious homecomings for me. My father and his father were both born near Selma. And my husband’s mother’s family is from Tuskegee.

      We love Tuskegee. And that is why two years ago when I was out on book tour with my third novel Rebel Yell I was overjoyed to accept an invitation for a two day visit that included both classroom teaching, a public lecture, a visit with the Tuskegee’s elegant First Lady, and a reception hosted by the local chapter of the Links, Incorporated—a chapter my husband’s grandmother had been a dynamic member of for years. The visit brought unexpected sadness with the joy.

      I found myself in a classroom looking out at a room full of smart young black women too many of whom were larger than I was—and that day I weighed over 225 pounds! I decided then and there I was going to solve my weight problem for myself and share the solutions I found with my community.

      I’m headed back to Alabama with a simple message. Black women in America must commit to getting under 200 pounds. We need to do it by walking eight miles each week, sleeping eight hours each night, and drinking eight glasses of water each day. And all of America needs to support this effort by acknowledging that a ten percent reduction in weight makes a fifty percent reduction in diabetes risk and is therefore significant AND black women don’t get fat because we are lazy—we get fat because we are too tired. That’s not the whole truth but it’s a big hunk of it. If you want to know my whole view of the truth you need to read my novel Ada’s Rules.