I watched my Ghanaian friend, Christina, whip a long swathe of exquisite fabric around her arm, over her wrist and between her dexterous fingers. In minutes she had fashioned a headdress fit for any African first lady. She crowned herself with her creation and I clapped.
My grandson Eliot is three years old and more adept at swiping my Kindle and trolling for books and games than I am. He’s a man of few words, but he loves to find that space beside me, under my arm and smack dab against my ribs, where we can “share” my Kindle. He still takes my breath away.