I stare at Nicki Minaj. She smiles back at me from the glossy page. Her eyes sparkle. Beautiful. She is beautiful. But it bothers me. The long blonde hair. With her warm brown skin and her wide deep eyes, why ruin what God made and said, “That is good.”?
“Oh, no!” I exclaimed. I started sobbing. The young Asian gentleman sitting beside me on the plane has that dude look of, “She’s crying, what should I do?” That saccharine voice is telling us to turn off our portable electronic devices so the plane can taxi to the runway. “I’m sorry. I just found out my husband’s mentor died.”