And Rose Calloway Cobalt, my mom—she’s taught me how to walk into a room full of men and never back down. She’s taught me familial love. And loyalty. She’s taught me how femininity is everything and anything. Harsh and icy. Soft and stiff. Boisterous and unruly. Timid and unrelenting. Oxymorons and complements and conundrums that no one needs to understand.
Queen Rose.
