While I’m reading, a sentence will grab me and force me to stop. I pay tribute to other authors by sharing their Damn Fine Sentences with you. Then I recount a memory the words bring up for me. It’s about how books connect with your life.
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"If only she was as understanding as she was nurturing."
———Angela Flournoy
——--The Turner House
I adored my white mother the night she stormed out of the house to kill the homeless woman who’d called me a nigger, but hero worship evaporated years later as Mother straightened the painting she’d hung in the living room—a slave sponging off her white mistress, as the latter emerged from a tub. “Which one is actually more free?” Mother asked.
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"If only she was as understanding as she was nurturing."
———Angela Flournoy
——--The Turner House
I adored my white mother the night she stormed out of the house to kill the homeless woman who’d called me a nigger, but hero worship evaporated years later as Mother straightened the painting she’d hung in the living room—a slave sponging off her white mistress, as the latter emerged from a tub. “Which one is actually more free?” Mother asked.
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