Stop dog-whistling the CDC
A beautiful woman, all mocha skin and glimmering eyeshadow, turned to me in Whole Foods and whispered: “I like your style.”
I was alternately baffled and proud: Take that, lifetime of scrubs! Mama’s still got it. Then I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing jeans with Paw Patrol stickers on them.
She pointed one perfectly manicured finger to her face: we were indoors, yet I saw her French red …
















