It’s a summer afternoon in 2002. I’m sauntering through the streets of New York City when I hear someone call my name. Looking around I see--- a woman, her complexion is a Texas summer-bronzed-brown. Her face crowned by a head of blond short locs, her arm that is full of colorful bracelets is waving at me from the barely opened window of a city bus. It was my college mentor, the woman who introduced me to magic – Glenda Dickerson, affectionately called “Professor.”
I, too, was shaped by the work of the great Glenda Dickerson. She was my mentor and close friend in my years at Howard University. We co-authored the play, “Re/Membering Aunt Jemima: A Menstrual Show” in 1992.
I remember the staging of 'Re/membering' at Spelman, meeting you and the cast of women. I remember her director's table, with all the images of black women. her virgina slims, her voice...so many memories. The sweat and the smiles.
I, too, was shaped by the work of the great Glenda Dickerson. She was my mentor and close friend in my years at Howard University. We co-authored the play, “Re/Membering Aunt Jemima: A Menstrual Show” in 1992.
I remember the staging of 'Re/membering' at Spelman, meeting you and the cast of women. I remember her director's table, with all the images of black women. her virgina slims, her voice...so many memories. The sweat and the smiles.
It is small world and Glenda’s influence was wide.