Thought for the Day

[bcholmes]

I don't know that it even made a difference to my mother and father that Mary and Dr. Krishman never acknowledged their offerings. Their point had already been made in the giving. My daughter wrote this book. My daughter wrote this book.

It has also taken me some time to decode both my parents' message to me in giving away those books, that my vows and theirs had been linked. For even though my parents valued their privacy so much that they always locked their bedroom door to have even the slightest disagreement, they never complained about anything I wrote, neither my misguided "thruths" nor my deliberate distortions of the family stories. They could have begged me to stop writing the things I have, to avoid embarrassing them. That's certainly what I'd expected when my first book had been published. But they hadn't. They knew. They understood. See, Art is not optional.

--Edwidge Dandicat