music, poetry

how a white girl came to love motown (and what that has to do with Patricia Smith’s poetry)

When I was growing up, the car stereo was controlled by the person driving. My mother favored Whitney Houston and Ronnie Milsap, and my father’s musical taste included a sprinkling of rock from the 1960s and 70s. Both of them, though, delivered a healthy dose Motown. My brother and I considered ourselves lucky to have… Continue reading how a white girl came to love motown (and what that has to do with Patricia Smith’s poetry)