“I write first and foremost because the stories I grew up reading in school bore no resemblance to world of my family and my community. Those stories did not tell about the way the sun fell on my grandmother’s hands as she handed me my fresh bread and butter breakfast every morning or the smell on my abuelo’s skin when he came home from the cane fields. Nowhere did I see my family’s many shades of brown complexions or the sound of my mother’s voice when she called me mamita. I write because those images of my life will not allow me to be silent. I write because somewhere down the road, I’d like a little black Puerto Rican girl just like me to find herself in the world of American letters.”
Dahlma Llanos Figueroa quoted in KWELI
“Mother said she knew that something wasn’t right between a man and a woman when the gift was a blade.”
–Tayari Jones, The Silver Sparrow
“Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”
Maya Angelou, beloved mentor, poet, visionary, leader, and activist has passed. She was a light for so many of us and shall truly be missed. Read these moving tributes from Colorlines and Melissa Harris-Perry.
Thank you, Dr. Angelou, for everything that you have given us.
“Six slaves sat in a triangle, three women, three men, the men half nestled in the sticky heat of thighs, straining their heads away from the pain of the tightly woven ropes.”
–Dolen Perkins-Valdez, Wench
“I never eat Muscatel grapes Madame.”
–Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
“By our second day at Camp Crescendo, the girls in my Brownie troop had decided to kick the asses of each and every girl in Brownie Troop 909.
–ZZ Packer, Drinking Coffee Elsewhere