Black boys became criminalized. I was in constant dread for their lives, because they were targets everywhere. They still are.
I write the way women have babies. You don't know it's going to be like that. If you did, there's no way you would go through with it.
No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated, there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you.
And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.
The real hell of Hell is that it is forever.' Sula said that. She said doing anything forever and ever was hell.
His sister was gutted, infertile, but not beaten. She could know the truth, accept it, and keep on quilting. Frank tried to sort out what else was troubling him and what to do about it.