She loved scraping kernels off of dried corn cobs. When she looked at me I knew all she to refused to bear. Sitting in silence on a blanket, side by side, we scraped the last one clean. I began to speak, and she stopped me, as she put her hands on her knees and slowly tapped an African rhythm. It struck me as magnificent, gladiatorial.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.