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“…and briefly, there he is in my reflection. my father’s smile. his father’s jawline. The manner of a person passed down in how the light sculpts a face and how shadows are not just cast but connect me to that framed picture of my grandmother when she was young.”

“‘For people of color, some aspect of friendship with white people involves an awareness that you could be dropped through a trapdoor of racism at any moment.’”

nostalgia can be so crippling

“or when i spot, with hours still left in the day, the moonsmoon’s hazy thumbprint. how the moon enjoys debunking the day.”

omg! is she a… witch?

reading this for book club

“If there was a god, it seemed my mother must have had her foot on his neck, demanding good things come my way. That if we had to be ripped apart right at our turning point, just when things were really starting to get good, the least god could do was make a few of her daughter's pipe dreams come true.” :’)

“I couldn't fathom joy or pleasure or losing myself in a moment ever again. Maybe because it felt wrong, like a betrayal. If I really loved her. I had no right to feel those things again.”

sobbing if you can imagine

“For the rest of my life there would be a splinter in my being, stinging from the moment my mother died until it was buried with me.”

“the only thing I'd always known was that if I ever did get married, my mother would be the one who made sure it was perfect. If she wasn’t there, I was guaranteed to spend the day wondering what she would've thought. It'd be impossible to feel beautiful without her approval. If she wasn't there, I knew I was destined to be a joyless bride… She had to get home to Eugene & watch her only daughter get married.”

“The cowboy boots arrived in one of these packages after my parents had vacationed in Mexico. When I slipped them on I discovered they'd already been broken in. My mother had worn them around the house for a week, smoothing the hard edges in two pairs of socks for an hour every day, molding the flat sole with the bottom of her feet, wearing in the stiffness, breaking the tough leather to spare me all discomfort.”

i’m starting to think vesta’s dead husband sucked

pete better meet the devil

i cannot believe these girls are howling! must be the work of the devil

i can’t prove it but pete darling is racist. i can prove that he’s sexist though

i wish he hadn’t kicked that badger

i love hearing that young women aren’t smiling at men!