Mommy, What Does Nigger Mean?

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 8 I borrow my title from Gloria Naylor's essay of the same name. In it she examines the first time she remembers hearing the word--really hearing it--in the third grade. The experience she describes, in some ways, parallels my own.  Certainly, I grew up hearing [...]

I Can Write My Name and Some Other Words Too

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 7 By age 7, my twin and I were members of the Look-It-Up Club. We had a collection of encyclopoedias called The Book of Knowledge and would pour through them during "Quiet Time." "Quiet time" was time Mommy set aside mostly during summer breaks.  It [...]

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl

I read somewhere that as an adult you become whomever you were at age 7.  Part of me thinks: scary thought. The 7 year old I was—always trying to write the longest story in Mrs. Fountain’s class—with the neatest handwriting (we received a grade for penmanship) is not wholly unlike the woman I have become. [...]