The movie “The Help,” based on Atlanta author Kathryn Stockett’s phenomenally popular novel, opens today.
Last week my friend Shameeka Shy Ayers, a lifestyle blogger who dispenses tips for the frugal and fabulous on her blog The Broke Socialite, and I went to an advance screening together. Before the lights dimmed, we began talking about our grandmothers.
Mine, a librarian in a tiny town in eastern North Carolina, employed the same African American domestic worker since my earliest memories.
The two women grew old together and in those final days, they would just sit and visit. “I love you!” Grandmother would say as her maid left.
The woman who worked for my family for so many years attended the funerals of both of my grandparents. Those are the only meals I can remember us sharing together. I am ashamed to say that it never occurred to my little mind growing up that the woman who cooked and