The cover of the book catalog promises almost utopian tranquility. On a sun-drenched hardwood floor swathed in Native American rugs, two African American women in bright, comfortable clothes play with their dog, a cheerful mixed-breed collie. At their feet are the scattered details of joyful domesticity: sneakers, a half-empty wine glass, the comics section of the San Francisco Examiner, hardcover notebook journals, and a stray Gloria Naylor title. It's another Sunday morning in... More >>>