By Megan Byrd SPECIAL TO THE CHRONICLE I had never been to Queens. My Uber driver and I nodded our heads in recognition and didn’t say a single word on the 20-minute drive to the subway station...

By Megan Byrd special to the chronicle I was 15, my grandmother’s friend Flo grasped both my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and told me, “I love big women.” It was so abrupt, intense...