I arrived at Grady Hospital eight years ago today. I didn’t see Daddy that morning. Nor any other since.
If we are not the keepers of our stories, who should be? When our stories fade, our wit and wisdom fade also.
And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside. ~Lupita Nyong’o
Douglass: Now,ʺ said he, ʺif you teach that nigger how to read, there would be no keeping him. It would forever unfit him to be a slave.ʺ These words sank deep into my heart, stirred up sentiments within that lay slumbering, and called into existence an entirely new train of thought.