FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX

From Toni Morrison’s Beloved via Maria Popova. “Listening to the doves in Alfred, Georgia, and having neither the right nor the permission to enjoy it because in that place mist, doves, sunlight, copper dirt, moon — everything belonged to the men who had the guns. Little men, some of them, big men too, each oneContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX”