When I was a child, my family used to go to College Heights Church in San Mateo, California. We weren't particularly religious, but the minister was a dear friend of the family. I remember vividly, one day many years ago, when Teri Jackson, a large, beautiful, loud, loving woman—and the first female African-American Superior Court judge in San Francisco—brought her two nephews into the church to say hello. They must have been eighteen, tops? I don't think they were enrolled at Stanford yet, but they were well on their way to stardom. I was awestruck at their sheer size.
Warriors coach Jarron Collins opens up about family, foundation, and success
