We all know her. The ample bodied, tell-it-like-it-is Black matriarch who pulls no punches, and suffers no fools. She’s sassy and strong. No-nonsense, yet nurturing, and ultra-competent in the little slice of the world in which she’s given agency to lead. One hundred years ago her name was Mammy. Fifty years ago, it was Aunt Jemima. Today, her name …
