Martha and the Bard
... Then will I swear beauty herself is black And all they foul that thy complexion lack. Shakespeare, Sonnet 132 I'll never forget the first time I met Martha. I had never seen a woman so ... so beautiful, so well-proportioned, so words-failing-me-ly amazing to look at. I had also never seen anyone with skin that dark. Martha was the color of fresh-brewed coffee. Not mocha, not tan, not any variation on the theme. She was black. Totally, completely black. It's not a criticism. It's...