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Catherine Sanderson seems to have it all: a fulfilling career helping immigrant women find jobs, a lovely home, and a beautiful, intelligent daughter on her way to Smith College. What Catherine doesn’t have: a father for her child– and she’s spent many years dodging her daughter’s questions about it. Now Phoebe is old enough to start poking around on her own. It doesn’t help matters that the mystery man, B.J. Johnson–the only man Catherine has ever loved–doesn’t even know about Phoebe. He’s been living in Africa.

Now B.J., a renowned newspaper correspondent, is back in town and needs Catherine’s help cracking a story about a female slavery ring operating right on the streets of Atlanta. Catherine is eager to help B.J., despite her heart’s uncertainty over meeting him again after so long, and confessing the truth to him–and their daughter.

Meanwhile, Catherine’s hands are more than full since she’s taken on a new client. Atlanta’s legendary Miss Mandeville–a housekeeper turned tycoon–is eager to have Catherine staff her housekeeping business. But why are the steely Miss Mandeville and her all-too-slick sidekick Sam so interested in Catherine’s connection to B.J.? What transpires is an explosive story that takes her world–not to mention the entire city of Atlanta–by storm.

From the New York Times bestselling author of What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day . . . comes another fast-paced and emotionally resonant novel, by turns warm and funny, serious and raw. Pearl Cleage’s ability to create a gripping story centered on strong, spirited black women and the important issues they face remains unrivaled.

From the Hardcover edition.


My daughter is upstairs weeping. She’s been up there in her room for three days, six hours, and thirty-two minutes, weeping. For three days, five hours, and forty-one minutes, I indulged her. A broken heart may not be as visible as chicken pox but the scars are just as bad. So I listened and I commiserated and I clucked sympathetically while she examined and reexamined every detail of her first love’s betrayal. I took her meals upstairs on a tray, made tea to soothe her nerves and mine, and resisted every opportunity to say, “Phoebe, my darling, I told you he wasn’t for you in the first place.” The last thing you need in the throes of first heartbreak, when you’re still not sure you’ll survive it, is to hear the absolute, unvarnished truth spoken for the second time by your mother, who first uttered the words when you brought the young, betraying fool home and confessed, Oh, Mama, I think he’s the one!

He was never the one. He was handsome and interesting and sexy and as serious as she was about saving the world by next Tuesday at the very latest. He was also way too full of the blazing sexual energy of his emerging manhood to be anybody’s one for very long. But at seventeen, how was she supposed to know? She handed him her heart, and everything else that wasn’t tied down, and they were inseparable from October of her junior year until June, when they had to go their separate ways for the summer. She was determined not to let distance destroy their relationship, but once they were apart he seemed to be drifting away from her, and neither one knew what to do about it. After a summer of long-distance spats and tearful reconciliations, he confessed via a long e-mail that he had fallen in love with someone else and closed with a wish that they could always be friends.

That was three days ago, and I’m still sympathetic. I am her mother, after all, and I do love my child. But it was time for her to dry her eyes and blow her nose and get herself together. Nobody ever really dies of a broken heart except in the movies, and it is my opinion, motherhood aside, that more than three days in mourning for the demise of a relationship with any man is unseemly, not to mention a real strain on the women who have to help you through it. It was time for her to segue from self-pity to self-examination by asking the all-important question: What is the lesson here for me? Although it is deceptively simple, this question cuts to the heart of the matter because it turns that trembling, accusatory finger you’re pointing at everybody else right back around to yourself. My darling daughter had spent enough time blaming her boyfriend. Now it was time for her to look at what she could have done differently to avoid this painful moment.

When she was younger, I would consider the lesson question with her so she’d begin to understand how it always leads to the heart of the matter. When she got older, I would just remind her to ask it, then leave her to think about the answer all by herself. That’s what I intended to do tonight. She could review and evaluate her choices while she finished packing and I finished returning three days’ worth of phone calls. I love having my office at home, and since Phoebe went off to boarding school two years ago, it’s been not only convenient, but quiet, the last seventy-two drama-filled hours notwithstanding.

I’d better enjoy it while I can. Phoebe’s going to college next year. She’s got her heart set on Smith, and the Seven Sisters have never been a place for bohemian mothers living on a budget to send their darling daughters. It looks like after all these years of stretching my little inheritance and living by my wits, I’m actually going to have to break down and get a full-time job where somebody else signs the check and covers the health insurance. I’m going to try to keep some of my longtime clients. Most of them can’t afford to hire anybody half as good as I am, and they’ve never needed me more.

What I do is coordinate and integrate services for programs assisting female refugees and immigrants. Atlanta is a magnet for people trying to make a new start in a new country, and even though the town’s natives still think in terms of black and white, in reality we’re looking more and more like the Rainbow Coalition. My job is to ease the transition on all sides by serving as a kind of conduit, clearinghouse, counselor, and all-around communications facilitator.

I tell people the language I speak is the future, and I love it. All you have to do is help a Cambodian family find safe housing or a Haitian mother register her children for school or reunite a Cuban father with a son he thought he’d never see again or attend a Liberian wedding party to know that there isn’t nearly as much difference between people as some of our governments and institutions want us to think there is. In my line of work, what I’ve learned is that most people are looking for pretty much the same things—health and peace and love and family and a community where you can wave at your neighbors and they wave back.

I love what I do, but it doesn’t pay very well. My parents left me this house, all paid for, and enough money so that I could stay home with Phoebe and not have to worry about the basics. When my volunteer work at the Red Cross turned into a lot of freelance consulting, I was able to make enough to finance our annual trips to somewhere we’d never been before and to send Phoebe to a private boarding school up north when she decided she wanted to go.

But the last of my inheritance paid for her senior-year tuition, and there’s not enough coming in to keep us afloat and to finance four years of college. She keeps offering to get a job, but our deal has always been, You get the grades and I’ll get the money. Besides, it’s only four years. I can stand almost any job that long if it pays well enough. After that, Phoebe’s on her own, and I can feather my empty nest any way I want. Until then, I’ve got to toughen this girl up and get her back to school.

I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and poured us each a cup to signal that the tea-sipping phase of her healing was officially over, then went upstairs to tap on her half-open door.

“You awake?”

From inside the silent, darkened room my daughter’s voice was a pain-filled quaver. “Come in, Mom.”

I pushed open the door with my foot. Once inside, I could see that there was one small candle burning on the bedside table. The air was faintly perfumed with the roses Amelia brought over yesterday when she came to check on the progress of the patient. Amelia Douglass has known Phoebe since we all still called her Baby Doll and is more like a favorite aunt than a next-door neighbor. Phoebe herself was curled up in the center of the bed under a wool blanket her grandmother brought back from South America years ago and which is so smotheringly heavy that we use it only on those rare occasions when the furnace goes out in one of those freak Atlanta ice storms and we want to stay cozy until Georgia Power gets around to reconnecting our block.

But there was no ice storm. It was, in fact, the end of August, and the temperature outside at nine thirty at night was still eighty-five degrees. I suppressed a smile. Baby Doll was playing this scene to the hilt. The candle flickering over her sweet little face was the perfect theatrical touch. Right out of Camille. My child intends to major in performance studies. Looking at the scene she’s constructed here, I know she’ll make the dean’s list.

“I brought you some coffee,” I said casually, like she’s always in bed with the lights out at nine thirty on a Friday night.

She sat up slowly and reached out to clutch the cup I was offering. Consistent with her cold-weather motif, she wrapped both hands around it and breathed deeply, as if we were huddled in a tent at the foot of Mount Everest.

“Thanks, Mom.”

That quaver in her voice sounded so genuinely sad, I was tempted to sit down on the edge of the bed and spend another hour or two cooing and comforting. I know that’s what she wanted, but part of being a good mother is knowing when to exercise some tough love, even in a raw moment like this one.

“Can I turn the light on?” I said. “I can’t hardly see you.”

“I look a mess,” she said, running her hand over her hair, cut short and curly. The flickering candle threw her shadow on the wall dramatically. The award for best lighting design goes to . . .

“You can’t look a mess to your mother,” I said, turning on the lamp. “It’s against the law.”

She managed a shaky smile, but she was right. She looked a mess. Not a terminal mess. Just an I haven’t had a shower or brushed my hair or changed my clothes in three days because I’ve been too busy crying mess. Her suitcases were open at the foot of the bed, but her clothes were strewn around like she’d closed her eyes and thrown them in the air to see where they would land.

“I see you’ve started packing,” I said, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. She was propped up now against a nest of pillows, the two-ton blanket still draped over her knees. She gazed around at the colorful piles of her back-to-school clothes like she was seeing them for the first time.

“I was trying to get it organized,” she said. “But . . .” Her voice trailed off like no further explanation was necessary since I was clearly familiar with her situation.

“So you want some help?” I said. “You know you’re not going to want to tackle all this tomorrow.”

She took another sip of her coffee, put it down slowly on the table near the candle, and sighed deeply.



“There’s something I have to tell you, and you’re not going to like it.”

This is not a sentence the mother of a seventeen-year-old girl in the middle of a marathon crying jag wants to hear. Trust me. The possibilities are endless, and endlessly depressing. I willed myself to remain calm and not jump to conclusions.

“What is it, sweetie?”

She just looked at me while a big fat tear rolled down her cheek. She dabbed at it with a soggy tissue that had seen better days. Please tell me this girl isn’t—

I interrupted that thought before my brain could finish it. “What’s wrong, Phoebe?”

“I haven’t finished packing because I’m not going back to school,” she said, her voice a mixture of misery and defiance.

“Not going back to school?” I said, not sure whether I was more surprised or relieved. This was a fantasy, not a problem. “Why?”

It was a rhetorical question. There was no possible answer that would result in my agreeing to such a move. Phoebe was a straight-A student at Fairfield Academy. This was her senior year, and she was practically guaranteed admission to any school where she applied. This was no time to take a break.

“It’s just too painful,” she said with a delicate shudder. “I’ll have to see him practically every day. Everybody will know he broke up with me for . . . her.”

Phoebe’s voice cracked on the word, and she tried to collect herself. I didn’t rush the moment. I wanted her to get it all out before I inquired as to whether she had lost her whole mind. In a nice way, of course.

“I just don’t think I could stand it,” she said. “You understand, don’t you, Mom?”

I chose my words carefully. I was a modern mother and I wanted to be compassionate, but absolutely clear in what I was saying.

I patted her knee through the rough wool. “I understand that at this moment, it may seem like the whole world has fallen in on you,” I said calmly. “But hiding at home is not the way to get through this. Sooner or later you’ll have to go back to school, and the longer you wait, the harder it will be.”

“Why do I have to go back at all? You homeschooled me when I was little. Why can’t we do it again?”

“Because I can’t teach you calculus,” I teased her gently.

She was not amused. “I’ve already had calculus.”

“Listen, sweetie,” I said. “I know you loved him, and I know it’s hard to face your friends, but dropping out of school your senior year isn’t an option. It doesn’t make sense.”

From the Hardcover edition.
Pearl Cleage|Author Q&A

About Pearl Cleage

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Pearl Cleage is the author of What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day . . . , an Oprah’s Book Club selection; Some Things I Never Thought I’d Do, a Good Morning America Read This! book club pick; Babylon Sisters, for which she was named the 2006 Go On Girl! Book Club Author of the Year; Baby Brother’s Blues, winner of the 2006 NAACP Image Award and the African American Literary Award for fiction; and Seen It All and Done the Rest. The first author selected for the Essence Book Club, she collaborated with her husband, writer Zaron W. Burnett, Jr., on the poem We Speak Your Names. She is also an accomplished dramatist whose plays include Flyin’ West, Blues for an Alabama Sky, and A Song for Coretta. Cleage and her husband live in Atlanta.

Author Q&A

A Conversation with Pearl Cleage

Q: What inspired you to write this story?

Pearl Cleage: I wanted to write a story about a mother and a daughter going through that passage from “mommy and little girl” to two grown women. I was present at the birth of my granddaughter, Chloe, and I had been thinking a lot about mothers and daughters and the passages into womanhood that culminate in a certain way with the birth of the child of your child. I was present at my grandson, Michael’s, birth, too, but watching Chloe come into the world was a different feeling for me. He has taken his place in the manhood circle. Chloe has taken her place in the sisterhood. All these feelings were swirling around on a personal level and made me want to write about a mother and a daughter trying to grow into who they really are, individually and together. I also wanted to address the whole idea of women around the world thinking of every woman’s children as our own. I’m very concerned about the role our country is playing in violent conflicts. The news reports from Iraq with so many civilian deaths, so many weeping women and murdered children, were very much on my mind. The siege of Fallujah made me feel powerless and angry. Writing Babylon Sisters and exploring the ways women can connect with each other by protecting each other’s children helped me channel those feelings into words. The idea of universal motherhood is a powerful thing and I think it will be a key to creating a peaceful world.

Q: You write about your community–Atlanta’s West End–with such brave hope and loving passion. What keeps you rooted there and are you seeing any of the progress you describe in your novels?

PC: I love writing about the West End because I’ve lived in southwest Atlanta for thirty years and I know my neighborhood so well. One of my jobs in the mid-seventies was working for Mayor Maynard Jackson. As director of communications, I got to know the city and this neighborhood. I became a community activist and I am very familiar with the problems and the pleasures of living here. There are so many stories to tell! Grounding a series of novels in this community gives me the chance to explore different characters who naturally interact with each other because they live close to each other. It is not strange for Catherine to know about Blue Hamilton even though he doesn’t have a big part in this book. It is not strange for Aunt Abbie, the post-menopausal visionary from Some Things I Never Thought I’d Do to reappear in Baby Brother’s Blues (my new novel, due in the spring). I like being able to reflect the changes in the neighborhood through the books. When the Krispy Kreme moved to a new location, my next novel reflected the move. As a new condominium complex goes up on the site of a long-vacant lot that Flora Lumumba wanted to use for her gardens in Some Things I Never Thought I’d Do, my next book will have to reflect that progress. As far as West End becoming as peaceful as it is in my books, thanks to Brother Hamilton, we’re working on it!

Q: One theme in Babylon Sisters and your other works, is that of free women. What does that mean to you in these days and times?

PC: I think a free woman is a woman who is fully conscious of herself as a citizen of the world with all the responsibilities that entails. There is a list of ten things a free woman should know in my novel What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day . . . I think it’s a good list, even if I can’t do all the things on it yet! Freedom to me means making choices, taking responsibility and telling the truth. Bishop Tutu said recently, if we are to save the world, women must have a revolution. I couldn’t have said it better myself!

Q: We often hear politicians talk about “fatherless children.” Why did you create a very evolved, conscious woman who deliberately kept her daughter in the dark about her father?

PC: Talking about “fatherless children” is like talking about “slaves.” The term is much too general to be helpful in talking about a problem that demands specificity. Each “slave” is an individual human being, just like each of us. If we lump them all together, it keeps us from seeing their individual humanity. A term like “fatherless children” accomplishes the same thing. It robs the people being described of their individuality. No child is fatherless. Each father makes a choice about his relationship to his child. Each one of those choices is a story. In B.J.’s case, he did not know he was a father so he never had a chance to make the choice, good or bad. This is part of what Catherine is struggling with during the book. Does she have the right not to tell him he has fathered a child? Her decision not to tell him is so closely related to his decision not to go with her to the abortion. Neither one of them wanted to have the abortion, but both were committed to not curtailing the freedom of the other. They thought they were doing the most loving thing under the circumstances. I do admire Catherine’s conscious effort to construct a family for Phoebe. She made sure that her daughter had a great godfather, several aunt figures and she knew her grandmother. I think part of our challenge is to be sure that when children are not with their biological fathers, for whatever reason, that the community of us make sure that child has good, positive relationships with good men like Louis in Babylon Sisters.

Q: Why did you want to explore that theme? How did you feel toward Catherine for doing that to Phoebe?

PC: The whole idea of Catherine not telling B.J. about Phoebe grows out of my own recent thinking about the women’s movement. I am trying to really look critically at some of the ways we tried to change the culture, including marriage and family relationships. I understand Catherine’s decision. She did not want B.J. to marry her out of obligation and as a feminist/womanist she believed in her own right to choose, but I think we have to also look at what “rights” we want the men to have in these choices. There is so much to examine and discover. Working with Catherine’s dilemma is, I think, part of what will, and should, be a longer examination of the goals and accomplishments of the women’s movement.

Q: In the face of so much political craziness in our country and the world, and the challenges facing African American communities, what keeps you from giving up hope?

PC: I am angry and depressed when I look at governments, but I am optimistic about people! I think human beings have the ability to change the way we live together. I think we have to do the hard work necessary to make the world better for ourselves and our children and our grandchildren. Toni Cade Bambara once said that the major struggle of the twenty-first century is the one between the psychopaths who want war and those of us who want peace. I am optimistic when I look at the possible alliances that can exist between women all over the world in struggling to make better lives for their children. Grown people can, and do, disagree about almost everything, but it is hard to find a woman who will not say she believes in making babies safe and warm and happy and well-fed and peaceful. Starting with that premise keeps me optimistic. I believe that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was right when he said that the arc of the universe is long, but it bends toward justice. We have to be a part of making sure that we survive on the planet long enough to see that happen!

Q: What is the most challenging feedback you’ve received from your readers? How have they helped your writing evolve?

PC: The feedback I get from my readers is always so positive that it makes me want to write faster to get the books into their hands more quickly! The main criticism I get is that people wish the books were longer because they don’t want to let my characters go. That’s a writer’s dream! Such positive feedback makes me want to work harder to write better. Writing is an art that constantly evolves. As you grow and see the world more clearly, your writing reflects that new clarity. I am always pushing myself to see more, understand more and tell what I know.

Q: Your novels show the potential for very conscious, healthy black male—female relationships, even as you explore various types of abuse against women and girls. Do you write these great relationships as an affirmation of what can be?

PC: I feel as if the main characters in my books are always trying to fall in love and change the world, not necessarily in that order. It is always fun to write love stories with happy endings that are grounded in real lives. I always want my characters to be able to fall in love in real settings without having to be rich and famous and living in fabulous beach houses. Most of us have to learn to fall in love and sustain it while we go to the post office and don’t forget the groceries and all the mundane things we do in our lives. My characters are always open to love, but don’t really think they’ll find it. When they do, they are able to bring to bear all the things they learned when they were on their own and make those romantic relationships stronger. One of the things that is important to me in the novels is that the men and women who are in love tell each other the truth about everything. The thing that messes up more romantic relationships than anything else is lying. In my books, truth is not only required, but part of the foreplay.

Q: How do you strive to grow from one novel to the next? What bar did you set for yourself in writing Babylon Sisters?

PC: I’m always trying to tell a good story that presents characters we believe could exist in the real world. As a writer, I’m always working to improve the craft of what I do. I want to write better and better with every book. The process is always the same for me–find the characters, find their story, tell the truth of their lives.

Q: What do you read for pleasure and inspiration?

PC: When I’m writing fiction, I can’t read fiction, which is frustrating sometimes because I love a good novel. I’ve been reading more autobiographies which are usually just as exciting as novels. I’m also a big movie fan. As part of trying to widen my world view, I’ve been watching films from the middle east. It’s amazing how much information you can absorb about other cultures from looking at their movies. While I was writing Babylon Sisters, I think watching movies from Iraq and Iran really helped me see the women and children there as real human beings, not just figures passing through a news report about the war around them.

Q: Do your readers ever ask what they can do to contribute to the kind of relationships and community that you write so vividly about? What do you (or would you like to) tell them?

PC: I believe that bumper sticker that says Think Globally/Act Locally. There is always something to be done to improve a community or a neighborhood. Meeting the neighbors is always a good place to start.

Q: What do you love most about being Black? About being a woman?

PC: When I was younger, I used to think of race and gender as two separate things, but I don’t anymore. I am always black and I’m always a woman. I always love being both! What intrigues me more these days is trying to think about myself as a human being. Not that race and gender aren’t always important, but sometimes we limit ourselves when we continue to put them at the front of every discussion.
I also find myself thinking more about age these days. Our American culture has such a strange attitude toward women over the age of thirty-five or forty. Part of what is fun for me in my novels is to push the age of some of the female characters so that we can begin to see women in their fifties and sixties still having vibrant lives.

Q: What, for you, is the hardest part of being a writer? The best part?

PC: Being a writer is so much a part of who and what I am that I can’t imagine doing anything else. There are parts of it that are hard, but whenever I find myself whining about not being able to get this character right or this chapter to go the way I want it to go, I try to remember my grandfather going to work at the Ford plant in Detroit where he worked for forty years. He would catch two street cars (shows how long ago that was!) to get to work every day and two in the evening to return home. My grandmother would pack his lunch box. Although I know it was hard, loud, dangerous work, I never once heard my grandfather complain. He was taking care of his family and he did his job with discipline and grace every day for forty years. His example makes me feel like any complaining I do is not only ungrateful but petty–two things I never want to be! There are lots of best parts, too. I love the early days of discovering what the book is about and who the characters are. I love the struggle to put it all on paper. I love the moment you realize it’s going right. I love the moment when it’s almost done and then, finally, you can write those lovely words: the end. And then I get to go out and meet people who have read the book and want to talk about it! When I was a little girl in Detroit, this was the life I dreamed about, and here it is! The good thing is, I have sense enough to be grateful every minute of every day.

Q: I read once where you wrote “I am writing for my life.” Is that still true? How has that imperative changed over the years?

PC: When I wrote that in Mad at Miles, I was struggling to understand many things that were frightening to me. Domestic violence, rabid nationalism, duplicity among friends–all these things were so confusing to me and I was writing to understand and to protect myself from dangers within and without that I couldn’t even articulate. Passing on my thoughts to other women seemed to me to be part of a survival network. Today, I no longer feel frightened by these things. I am as committed as I ever was to being a part of eradicating these things, but I no longer see myself in danger because of a lack of understanding. I know that my work is a part of creating that larger circle of female understanding that Bishop Tutu is looking to start the revolution. I think if I wrote that today, I’d say “I’m writing for our lives.”



Praise for Pearl Cleage and Babylon Sisters

“Pearl Cleage’s wonderful new novel, Babylon Sisters, shows a writer at the top of her game, managing to weave together the eternal dance of mothers and daughters, a timeless love story, rich friendships, and international politics into a fast-paced Atlanta saga with an unforgettable villain and a thrilling climax that leave us cheering. Pearl has once again given us a book filled with folks who are so real, we think we know them, or wish we did.”
–e. lynn harris, author of Since I Lost My Baby

“Babylon Sisters’ funny, feminine, fabulous voice sings a story of history, family, love and redemption. Cleage’s ability to make the personal political and the political personal triumphs once again! Nestled in this beautifully written ode to love–of child, friends, men, and self –is a call to political activism and empowerment.”
–Jill Nelson, author of Sexual Healing

“You’ll love this savvy love story in which Pearl Cleage returns to Atlanta and the West End community and nails it! Cleage knows her city. She knows her community. She knows her people. Pearl Cleage knows her stuff!”
–Tina McElroy Ansa, author of You Know Better and The Hand I Fan With

“Babylon Sisters is a delectable feast! Pearl Cleage’s people are my people. Their world of problems is complex and radiant, covering a wide spectrum of contemporary political and cultural issues. Cleage writes with the intelligence of a master storyteller and her underlying humor keeps our spirits high. Like flower petals swept into the sky by a warm wind, Babylon Sisters carried me away from all worries, reminding me that great writing changes your life.”
–Deborah Santana, author of Space Between the Stars

“Cleage writes with amazing grace and killer instinct.”
–The New York Times

From the Hardcover edition.
Discussion Questions

Discussion Guides

1. “Even then, before I had a clue about how hard it is to actually raise a sane and loving child in a brutally insane, often unlovely world, I knew that was my goal. I wanted to be a good hands-on mother. A rocker was the first step, and I sat in twelve chairs before I found the right one.” (p. 17) Catherine wanted to be “a good hands-on mother” so she bought a rocking chair. What did the rocking chair represent for Catherine? Do you think growing up with an unconventional mother and father made her want to embrace the more traditional motherhood symbols even as she herself set out on an equally unconventional path?

2. “There is a theory,” she said, slowly, “that women’s romantic relationships with men are totally shaped by their fathers. If it’s a bad relationship, those women will seek out men who are like the father over and over in order to see if they can resolve issues that began in early childhood.” (p. 18) Do you think there’s any truth to this theory? If so, is there anything women with less than positive relationships with their fathers can do to break the cycle?

3. Do you think it was fair for Catherine not to tell B.J. when she decided not to have an abortion? What other ways could she have approached her decision making that might have been better or did she pick the best course of action?

4. “I pretended that was fine with me because I knew his freedom was as important to him as his work, and the idea that he would sacrifice or even modify either one because we happened to fall in love never entered his mind.” (p. 20) Catherine admits that she pretended she didn’t mind the separation that was looming after she and B.J. finished college and began to pursue their individual careers. Why do you think she felt the need to pretend rather than share her real feelings with B.J.? Do you think this is a familiar pattern in many romantic relationships and how does it effect their ultimate outcome?

5. “My generation is still struggling to find the balance between love and freedom, sex and romance, family and career. Sometimes we get it right, but more often, we don’t.” (p. 21) How do you feel about Catherine’s observation that her generation is “still struggling” with these important questions? Is this struggle a challenge in your own life? How do you think women address these questions in their daily lives, personally and professionally?

6. “As my mother told me once when I was quoting Gloria Steinem as the ultimate authority on all things feminist, ‘What you have to understand is that colored women weren’t involved in the women’s movement. We were the women who moved!’” (p. 21) What do you think Catherine’s mother meant by that? Do you feel that the women’s movement changed the lives of American women? Were those changes positive or negative?

7. “This is what I get for sending her to private school with a bunch of rich white girls. From what Phoebe says, they talk to their mothers any kind of way, and their mamas let them, but this conversation was over. I stood up.” (p. 23) Catherine takes pride in Phoebe’s scholastic achievements, but has some ambivalence about her interaction with white female students at Northfield Academy. Do you think African American women relate to their daughters differently than other mothers?

8. “A lie is never the best you can do, even when you tell yourself it is. It’s a way of buying some breathing room until you can work up enough courage to tell the truth.” (p. 24) The necessity to tell the truth even when it’s difficult runs through this book. Characters are encouraged to tell the truth and rewarded when they do so. Do you think lying is ever justified between people who say they love each other? Under what circumstances would you lie to a friend or loved one?

9. This is the second novel Pearl has set in Atlanta’s West End community. Admittedly idealizing the neighborhood she loves, she has said “I write about my neighborhood, but better.” What do you think she means by this? What do you think about the role played by Blue Hamilton in the neighborhood? Do you think you could call him a friend the way Catherine says she is proud to do?

10. “Louis had limitless patience for Phoebe’s dramas, major and minor. I probably wouldn’t have survived her adolescence without him, and tonight he was just the port in a storm she needed.” (p. 30) Catherine is determined to provide Phoebe with an extended surrogate family, even if she won’t tell her about her father. How important is the role Louis plays in Phoebe and Catherine’s lives? How successful is Catherine in her effort to make a family for her daughter?

11. “She probably wasn’t much taller than I was, but it wasn’t about height. There was a real presence, an almost palpable strength, rolling off her in waves. I couldn’t imagine trying to tell her no.” (p. 44) Ezola Mandeville is a complicated woman who intrigues Catherine and sometimes infuriates her. What was your initial impression of Miss Mandeville? When she “tests” Catherine by casually using the phrase “sorry black bitches,” how did you react to her words? Did her explanation change your impression?

12. “The history of black female activism is littered with tired feet, sore backs, one too many demands from the mistress or master of the house, one too many off days canceled at the last minute, one too many boxes of old clothes instead of a raise in pay.” (p. 47) How do you feel about Catherine’s observations about black female activism? Is this still true today or have things that make African American women activists changed as professional opportunities expand? What does it mean to be an activist? Would you use the term to describe yourself?

13. “And that,” she said, “is what all this is about. Bearing witness for Bessie by looking out for all the hardworking colored women people never even see. That’s why I do what I do, and if you decide to come and work for me, that’s what you’ll be doing, too.” (p. 50) Richard Wright’s classic novel, Native Son, was the catalyst that helped Ezola find her life’s work, “bearing witness for Bessie.” How did you feel about her analysis of Wright’s book? Do you think the African American male characters in fiction are held accountable for their behavior toward African American women? What do you think about the issue of “male bashing?” Is it relevant to discussions of fiction written by African American women writers?

14. “Why don’t you go down to the pool and leave the people’s revolution to the people?” (p. 50) How do you think Catherine’s father’s feelings about social change affected her choice to devote her life to helping immigrants and refugee women and children? Did your parents’ way of looking at the world directly influence your choices, personal or professional?

15. Listening to a discussion of American Idol winner Ruben Studdard on black talk radio, Catherine considers the role race plays in the African American community and wishes the level of exchange could be updated to include all the progress of the last forty years. What do you think about her wish that we had a “bigger world view”? Is race still as important a consideration as it was in the 1960s? Has anything changed, for better or for worse?

16. “The Sentinel was a losing proposition economically, but for Louis it was both a legacy and a labor of love. Imagining Louis without the Sentinel was like imagining Louis without his lopsided grin. Impossible.” (p. 56) Louis Adams’s father, Louis, Sr., founded the paper in l964 to “tell the truth to the people.” Is that truth telling still the primary mission of the black press? Do you think that role should change or is it still important to the African American community? What do you think Louis would think about the programming on BET?

17. Catherine’s attempts to meet single men after B.J. was out of her life are one disaster after another. (p. 59). Do you think the men she dated were as bad as she remembers them or that a part of her was still waiting for B.J. to return?

18. Women of various ages forge friendships in this book, including Miss Iona and Miriam, Amelia and Phoebe, and the members of the Babylon Sisters Book Club. Why do you think Pearl included these cross generational friendships? Do you have regular contact with women older and younger than you are? Do you think such relationships are important?

19. Louis and Catherine have been friends since birth. How hard is it to maintain a friendship with a man when there is no romance involved? Do you think Louis is a good friend to B.J.? Should he have told him about Phoebe? How difficult is it to keep a friend’s secrets when those secrets may be hurting another friend?

20. What questions does the book raise about the responsibility of mothers and fathers to work out their differences amicably for the sake of their children? Is it always possible to do this?

21. B.J. was delighted to learn that he had a daughter and confesses he never wanted Catherine to have an abortion. Do you think their relationship would have been different if he had been able to tell her this? Did his reaction to hearing about Phoebe surprise you?

22. Miriam’s story of leaving Haiti at night with a group of other terrified refugees is one Catherine has heard before in her work. Was Miriam’s story familiar to you? (p. 88—89). Can you picture yourself in the role of Miriam’s mother? Do you think she made the best choice for her children in spite of the danger she placed them in? Is it a choice you could have made?

23. Did the book’s emphasis on mothers and daughters around the world make you think about all the at-risk women and children struggling with war and famine and political upheaval in their home countries? Pearl has said she thinks it is important for women to “think of everybody’s children as our children.” How can this thought be translated into reality?

24. Amelia says she fell in love with Louis after taking him to a Sweet Honey concert. (p. 101). She loved his ability to be surrounded by so much female energy and not become uncomfortable. Have you ever had this kind of sisterhood experience? Were the men present able to enjoy it? What did their behavior tell you about them?

25. When Sam Hall tells Catherine that the educational program Busy Boy Baker has committed to is a public relations ploy more than anything else, she’s surprised at his cynicism. When he later tells her why he is so cynical (p. 132), did it make you feel differently about him? What do you think of his characterization of the poor people who wrecked his rental property as “niggers”? Is it more or less offensive for African Americans to use this term than for other groups to use it?

26. When Catherine and B.J. meet for dinner, she is determined not to allow him to direct their conversation to the past. (p. 151) Did she overreact by walking out when he kept trying to apologize and explain?

27. Catherine is able to think of herself as a “citizen of the world.” Do you think of yourself that way? Is it desirable or just distracting, considering the number of challenges we face right here at home?

28. Do you think Catherine and the girls could have come up with a plan to save themselves if B.J., Louis, and the police had not arrived? Why do you think the author stages a rescue before they have time to do something on their own?

29. How does it challenge our ideas of sisterhood to encounter a villain like Ezola Mandeville? What would your reaction be if you met someone like Ezola in life? Do you think it would take longer for you to suspect her motives because she is an African American female?

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