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In my search for an honest way to write about race, I wanted to comfort the afflicted, but more than that, I wanted to afflict the comfortable; I wanted to make them squirm in shame, probably because I too identify with the comfortable.
Cathy Park Hong • Minor Feelings: An Asian American Reckoning
There is no quieter place on earth than the third hour of a good long day of walking. It’s alone in this space, this walk-induced hypnosis, that the mind is finally able to receive the strange gifts and charities of the world. If that sounds like woo-woo nonsense, it feels even more woo-woo to experience.
Craig Mod • Things Become Other Things: A Walking Memoir
When you’re reading a physical book, your attention is not competing for other things which is why they're so powerful. Books give you solemnity.
You forget the world exists, enjoy what the author has to say, and even feeling yourself wanting to know them as a friend.
John Buschtwitter.comOne of the most devastating effects of trauma is that people’s biology changes into a biology of threat; this is expressed on multiple levels, in stress hormones, immunology and what the brain selects to pay attention to. The intrinsic reward system changes, as do “attractors”—what turns you on or leaves you cold. As a consequence, traumatized... See more
Bessel Van Der Kolk, M.D. • The Body Keeps The Score
The rage of the disesteemed is personally fruitless, but it is also absolutely inevitable; this rage, so generally discounted, so little understood even among the people whose daily bread it is, is one of the things that makes history. Rage can only with difficulty, and never entirely, be brought under the domination of the intelligence and is
... See moreJames Baldwin • Notes of a Native Son
BEATRIX POTTER Ultimate Collection - 23 Children's Books With Complete Original Illustrations: The Tale of Peter Rabbit, The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck, ... Moppet, The Tale of Tom Kitten and more
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As she pushed off, she knew no one would ever see this sandbar again. The elements had created a brief and shifting smile of sand, angled just so. The next tide, the next current would design another sandbar, and another, but never this one. Not the one who caught her. The one who told her a thing or two.
Delia Owens • Where the Crawdads Sing
“books were no longer the sacred touchstones of any culture, any society, and surely not of the one in which he and Paola lived. When had he last heard a reference to a book as part of normal conversation? When had he last heard a character from a book–much less from a classic–used as a measure of good or bad for human behaviour? Harry Potter had... See more
