Eartha’s daughter, Kitt, finds a souvenir in Vienna

I was counting the painted floor tiles, purposefully placing each foot heel to toe, creating a soothing rhythm as I walked. I loved the way my newly straightened feet filled the fancy new footwear, every toe snuggled into a space of it’s own. Since being freed from my corrective shoes, I looked for every opportunity […]

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Fried chicken, sweet potatoes and collard greens. No matter how far my mother – Eartha Kitt –  had come from her roots in South Carolina, she was still a southerner when it came to cooking. Those were the foods she cooked the most when I was young. And, rice. I’m not sure why all of […]

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