For years, Zoey Andrews had known her mother, Elena, as a woman of quiet assimilation—the kind of person who smoothed out her edges to fit into the sterile, beige world of their suburban neighborhood. But lately, something was shifting. It started with the music: the rhythmic, soulful pulse of Nina Simone and Miriam Makeba replaced the soft rock that usually hummed in the kitchen.
Recently, I witnessed something that shook me to my core: my mom going black, as described by Zoey Andrews. For those who may not know, "going black" refers to a sudden loss of consciousness or a fainting spell. It was a terrifying experience, watching someone I love go through this. zoey andrews watching my mom go black