Lemon Meringue Pie: How I Came to See the Fullness of My Ummi

In its most natural state, my hair draws up into an Afro that crowns my head. This is also how my mother’s hair sits. It’s how it’s always been for her. So, when I see my Afro, I see my mother.

I don’t see her as she is now, though. I see her younger, maybe forty- something still slender in some places and voluptuous in others with her Afro perfectly picked…