As it’s time once more to talk about fathers, let me ask you a question.
Did you grow up in a patriarchy? Or a matriarchy?
Matriarchy for me. Like elephant calves, I grew up surrounded by women. From the center out: my dominant, buzz-saw mother, Elsa; my doting paternal grandmother, Florence Martin; my godmothers Virginia Dalton and Kay King; the waitresses at our family restaurant and the cook, Lovie.
Because we lived in or near...