I have just had the extraordinary honour to meet a person of courage, intelligence and wisdom. I was equally fortunate to meet her mother.
Where to start. It's all about truth. Your truth, my truth, does the truth really matter? Yes. The journey is the destination.
The truth will not set us free. Uncovering our own individual truths will.
What struck me about The Mona Lisa was she knew who she was. As the English say, she new her station in life. Everywhere. Doors will not be barred for people of her stature.
I have never been so proud of my nation, Our Nation, under God(s), as the moment I realised that a person with her story and my story were sitting there batting it back and forth like no other. Only in America. Seriously. I can't see a family climbing from one generation to the next as far as she has, and undoubtedly how much further her daughter will, as when we sat there, me scribbling notes of one after another brilliant things she said.
She will not be denied. That is the feeling I get when speaking with folk of her ilk.
