“But here in my hometown, history was like a fine dust that settled out on everything. There was nothing to counter it. The culture had been hardened by a religion suspect of joy, yet fascinated by sin. Its moral acceptance… — Christina Carson Copy Share Image
“I knew in that moment, we were never meant to surrender our childlike innocence, to trade a world in which we fit like a glove for one that hung on us like ill-fitting hand-me-downs. However, all about us insisted on our membership. And instead of a handshake or a mystical password as entrance into this spurious society, we agreed instead… — Christina Carson Copy Share
“It struck me that the beauty we attribute to children isn’t something they have that we don’t. It's something they do, which we have… — Christina Carson Copy Share Image
“I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I cam to sing remains unsung. Rabindranath Tagore” — Christina Carson Copy Share Image
“Fo’ it be so clear to me now, with my family being black an white, that though we blacks have it very hard fo’… — Christina Carson Copy Share Image
“But here in my hometown, history was like a fine dust that settled out on everything. There was nothing to counter it. The culture… — Christina Carson Copy Share Image
“When you come from a long line of suffering, there be no way to kid youself ‘bout its poison, how it get in the… — Christina Carson Copy Share Image
