The Higher You Go, The Fewer Women

I Have My Father's Lopsided Mouth. When I Smile, My Lips Slope To One Side. My Doctor Sister Calls It My Cerebral Palsy Mouth. I Am Very Much A Daddy's Girl, And Even Though I Would Rather My Smile Wasn't Crooked, There Is Something Moving For Me About Having A Mouth Exactly Like My Father's.

One Of The Things That Struck Me When I Came To The U.s. Was Discovering American Poverty.

Because Of Writers Like Chinua Achebe And Camara Laye … I Realized That People Like Me, Girls With Skin The Color Of Chocolate, Whose Kinky Hair Could Not Form Ponytails, Could Also Exist In Literature.

The Single Story Creates Stereotypes, And The Problem With Stereotypes Is Not That They Are Untrue, But That They Are Incomplete. They Make One Story Become The Only Story.

There Are Some Things That Are So Unforgivable That They Make Other Things Easily Forgivable.