“Two hundred and fifty years of nameless, faceless, forgotten individuals. Yes, they were America's founding fathers and mothers as much as the bewigged white men who laid the whips upon their backs. Why didn't Lina know their names? Why hadn't… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“Mister hit Josephine with the palm of his hand across her left cheek and it was then she knew she would run.” — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“Just to sit for a moment, herself, no one claiming her time or her thoughts or the product of her mind and hands. What… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“Over the years she had learned to fold down rising emotion just as she would fold the clean bedsheets, the sheet growing smaller and… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“I hope that wherever else I have failed, whatever harm I have caused to strangers and friends, that you may speak for me. Not… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“Why didn't Lina know their names? Why hadn't she studied their histories? Where was the monument? Where was the museum? What had they wished… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“Those nights felt like this now: a creative energy, a limitless enthusiasm, a faith that talent and will and work would ultimately prevail, and… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“...Lina longed suddenly for a sliver of that must have been her mother's allure, and talent, and passion, and willingness to embrace her own… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“Let your heart lead you, do not be afraid, for there will be much to regret if reason and sense and fear are your… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“Two hundred and fifty years of nameless, faceless, forgotten individuals. Yes, they were America's founding fathers and mothers as much as the bewigged white… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
“There is a certain kind of man who is forever searching. He wanders from place to place, he looks hard into the eyes of… — Tara Conklin Copy Share Image
