The New World
When I was a little girl growing up in Queens, NY, I played house like any other girl, but my house was almost never in America. I’d pretend I was a Russian peasant woman burrowing for seedlings during the Polvolzhye famine; a little girl in Sudan, washing clothes at the bank of the Nile; a Qing Dynasty Empress; an Egyptian Queen commanding vast armies.

States and Power in Africa
Hello Jen,
Got your message and thank you for the feedback. That is a great article you published at Ebony/Jet and I will be looking forward to your new column for the magazine.
Unfortunately I am still experiencing browser abort errors with your comments as described earlier. I was able to reverse browse to this comment (using Back button) in order to write this message. Perhaps you can test again for the error by asking someone else to leave a comment. In the meantime I will check if something is amiss with my PC's browser software.
Posted by: BRE | April 15, 2008 at 09:24 AM