My Mama Loved Mangoes. When She Died, I Learned to Love Them, Too

My Mama Loved Mangoes. When She Died, I Learned to Love Them, Too

Anna Boulogne. Anna Boulogne In Their Eyes Were Watching God, author Zora Neale Hurston writes of her protagonist: “Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches.” I think my mother was the same, but hers was a mango tree, heavy with ripe and unripened fruits, and dawn and doom were in the pit.  Among her many gifts, Hurston understood the connecti…