“Her disease only reinforced how the world saw us: not black or white, not American or African, not poor or rich. We were confined to the middle, and would always be. As hard as she tried to separate herself from… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share Image
“Loss is a straightforward equation: 2 - 1 = 1. A person is there, then she is not. But a loss is beyond numbers,… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“She comes to me in snatches - I remember pieces of her laugh, the look she gave when she was upset. Sometimes I sniff… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“Oftentimes I find myself, when we are fighting over the bills, or when he chews his food too loudly or laughs at the wrong… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“If I look long enough at a flower, I can see the color of her cheeks in the stigma.” — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“But as I stood there with those mathematics in hand, the weight of the moment on me, I said nothing. And when I tried… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“I don't sleep for two night. Instead I am wide awake and tossing. Each day I feel less like the person I was the… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“I realized that that was how heartbreak occurred. Your heart wants something, but reality resists it. Death is inert and heavy, and it has… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“Yes, there is that dark, terrifying loneliness that scares me, but I am acquainted with fear. If I stay inside it long enough, root… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“Early on I felt I had nothing to offer Dean except my body. He was a full person and I knew that I wasn't… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“This was the paradox: How would I ever heal from losing the person who healed me? The question was so enormous that I could… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“His apartment is on the top floor of a three-story building in King. The landlady is an old Rusian woman who smokes at the… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“The pilot came on the loudspeaker to tell us we had been hit by lightning. Despite our fright, no damage had been done to… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“I’ve often thought that being a light-skinned black woman is like being a well-dressed person who is also homeless.” — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“Why (and to whom) is it appealing to think you are in another city besides the one, in Africa, that you are in?” — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
“Her disease only reinforced how the world saw us: not black or white, not American or African, not poor or rich. We were confined… — Zinzi Clemmons Copy Share
