Leah helps us realize that most of what we call love, and our search for it, is really a desperate expedition for evidence that we are valuable enough to be loved in the first place. We want to feel like our life is worth something to someone. We are desperate to be known not just as a body but as a soul. We want to be vulnerable and in that vulnerability to be accepted. We want to be loved unconditionally.

As he was speaking, it dawned on him again what a remarkable lady his grandmother had been. She had been denied the opportunity to obtain formal schooling beyond the sixth grade due to the fact that she was Colored. She might not have possessed a lot of “book sense”, but she had been blessed with an over abundance of common sense. She had been well endowed with rare wisdom, indisputable knowledge, and possessed an unwavering faith. You could say she was “Solomon’s Child.”