She had a formidable air; a person who went about setting everyone and everything right in the world.
You knew you had become comfortable when you told him that you watched Jeopardy on the restaurant TV and that you rooted for the following, in this order: women of color, black men, and white women, b...
Why should we be feminists? Why not egalitarians?- Because that would be dishonest. Feminism is, of course, part of human rights in general- but to choose to use the vague expression human rights (or...
Ifemelu and Jane laughed when they discovered how similar their childhoods in Grenada and Nigeria had been, with Enid Blyton books and Anglophile teachers and fathers who worshipped the BBC World Serv...
One of the first things her friend Ginika told her was that fat in America was a bad word, heaving with moral judgment
Her feet had turned into snails.
Mama had greeted him the traditional way that women were supposed to, bending low and offering him her back so that he would pat it with his fan made of the soft, straw-colored tail of an animal. Back...
So if you're going to write about race, you have to make sure it's so lyrical and subtle that the reader who doesn't read between the lines won't even know it's about race.
Teach her to question language. Language is the repository of our prejudices, our beliefs, our assumptions.
She had always liked this image of herself as too much trouble, as different, and she sometimes thought of it as a carapace that kept her safe.
Show her that she does not need to be liked by everyone. Tell her that if someone does not like her, there will be someone else who will. Teach her that she not merely an object to be liked or dislike...
You don't even have to love your job; you can merely love what your job does for you--the confidence and self-fulfillment that come with doing and earning.
I cannot control even the dreams that I have made.
I lived in Boston until last year, he said, in a falsely low-key way, because Boston was code for Harvard (otherwise he would say MIT or Tufts or anywhere else), just as another woman said, I was in N...
His optimism blinded her. He was full of plans. I have an idea! he said often. She imagined him as a child surrounded by too many brightly colored toys, always being encouraged to carry out projects,...
If the sun refuses to rise we will make it rise
Há alguns meses, ele escreveu dizendo que não queria que eu ficasse procurando os porquês, pois há certas coisas que acontecem e para as quais não podemos formular um porquê, para as quais os porquês...
She would not place her memory on things that strangers could barge in and take away.
Her first love, her first lover, the only person with whom she had never felt the need to explain herself.
Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?
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