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“Corn, beans, and squash were once all my people needed. They were so essential to our everyday lives that we referred to them as our sisters. We would preserve each plant's seeds and pass them on to our children, knowing that with this gift, they would be able to provide the same nutritious food for their families that we provided for them. This was an act of absolute, undiminished intergenerational love. And if intergenerational trauma can alter DNA, why can't intergenerational love?”
― A Mind Spread Out on the Ground
― A Mind Spread Out on the Ground
“Last night was too dark for stars,' I say.
'No, little cloud.' Abu Sayeed lifts my chin with his finger. 'If anything, the darker the night, the brighter they shine.”
― The Map of Salt and Stars
'No, little cloud.' Abu Sayeed lifts my chin with his finger. 'If anything, the darker the night, the brighter they shine.”
― The Map of Salt and Stars
“You are the stories you tell yourself.”
― The Map of Salt and Stars
― The Map of Salt and Stars
“Her house is the nest where she hides the joy, laughter, sorrows, and regrets of her life.”
― The Island of Sea Women
― The Island of Sea Women
“Mama used to say stories were how Baba made sense of things. He had to untangle the world’s knots, she said. Now, thirty thousand feet above him, I am trying to untangle the knot he left in me. He said one day I’d tell our story back to him. But my words are wild country, and I don’t have a map.”
― The Map of Salt and Stars
― The Map of Salt and Stars
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