Barbara Streisand

She looked like a punk rock Audrey Hepburn with crayon red hair. She was the first woman I ever met who wore leather pants. She played bass guitar in a punk band called Jade, and she was cast as one of the evil stepsisters. I thought she was just about the coolest person I'd ever met.
Despite her amazing "real life fairy tale" theatrical roots in America, my grandmother, who nurtured a lifelong dream to be a singer, never became famous. She did sing to me as a child, however, and, just as crucially, made space for me. Humane space.
As we prepare to celebrate "Mothering Sunday," remembering those women who have nurtured us along our path, one way to honor them is to make sure they avoid -- or survive -- heart disease.
Libraries are the great American equalizer. Whether you are young or old, rich or poor, atheist or devout, have a PhD or are a high school dropout, your public library welcomes you. They have no choice, as Roz Warren explains in her screamingly funny book, Our Bodies, Our Shelves: A Collection of Library Humor.