Shonda Rimes and My Mother
The Angry Women of Color in My Life
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4 min readApr 12, 2022
My mother is the darkest-skinned member of my extended family.
She refuses to leave the house without curling her hair into waves more palatable for the white-washed suburbs in which I was raised. She piles on layers of makeup as though it will defend her from my father’s casual emotional abuse and psychological manipulation.
