As a committed Supremes fan, naturally this book would end up on my TBR, and eventually as a birthday present from my Flo-favoring best friend Christina. And disappoint it did not. This book proved to be an invaluable source of the countless stories I have heard from older Supremes fans of Flo and the legendary group she founded and named - the diverging paths the original Supremes took from poverty to fame, and eventually in Flo’s case, back to poverty and even on welfare with her 3 daughters; “Diana” Ross’s bratty, overbearing antics to cement her status as the group’s lead; Berry Gordy’s ruthless vitriol towards the group’s two co-stars, Mary and Flo, and his desire to suppress the outspoken and talented Florence Ballard; and so, so, much more, even beyond what I had already heard second hand of. I laughed at many of Flo’s one-liners she had for Diane and others, and cried, particularly at one of the last things she ever said while nearing her deathbed: “Take care of my baby.” Even when she had nothing left of all that she had painstakingly built with her two peers in years prior, she still took pride in her motherhood. Flo was an honorable, talented, beautiful woman whether at her lowest or her highest. As the lead-in-spirit of the Supremes, she was an alluring muse to countless boys and girls who either lusted after her voluptuous image or found confidence in her femininity; as a regular person, she was captivating in her authenticity and her need to tell it like it is. Even though Florence died when my parents were still preteens, something that will always pain me is how she was treated in this world, and how such a talented, comedic, beautiful soul could be robbed of a path to the utmost success imaginable to anyone. The world will never be the same without you, Flo; don’t let anyone trick your legacy into being nothing more than an extension of someone else’s shadow. I won’t let them forget about you, Blondie.
Love,
JV