28 Days of Black Joy: To the Unforgettable Natalie Cole...With an Everlasting Love
Bwown Natalie, Mommy!" In the limited repertoire of language I possessed at 2 years old-mostly comprised of pint-sized commands-my mother claims this was the most frequent refrain as she buckled me into the backseat of her Buick back in 1977. Like many children that age, I already knew my colors-even if I couldn't...