I’ve been reading about Sojourner Truth for weeks now, and I’m still grappling with her words. Specifically, that one phrase: “Ain’t I a woman?” It’s like it reaches out and grabs me by the throat, refusing to let go. I feel a pang of recognition when I read those words. Growing up, I was always …
I’m staring at Pandora, who’s sitting on the couch with her eyes fixed on some TV show. She looks… off, I guess. Not in a big way, just a tiny bit. Her expression is calm, like she’s really into whatever’s happening on screen, but it’s not quite right. It’s almost like she’s trying too hard …
