How blazing and alive the past is. The color of the wallpaper in the bedroom you had as a girl. It's not… — Jackie Kay Copy Share Image
Loss isn't an absence after all. It is a presence. A strong presence right next to me. I look at it. It doesn't look… — Jackie Kay Copy Share Image
(After meeting her birth mother after more than 40 years) We exchange bunches of orchids, laughing at the coincidence of the flowers. A little… — Jackie Kay Copy Share Image
“My father had a lifelong terror, phobia whatever, about hospitals. Makes a lot of sense in hindsight. He was so scared of doctors, he… — Jackie Kay Copy Share Image
Nearly dying brings you closer to living. There's a thin border; you feel yourself cross it, going back to the land of the living,… — Jackie Kay Copy Share Image
“It's as if my footprints were already on the road before I even got there.I walk into them, my waiting footprints.” — jackie kay Copy Share Image
“You cannot penalize a man for one slip. Then she lay wondering about the word slip. When you slip, you fall, but maybe it… — Jackie Kay Copy Share Image
When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some… — Jackie Kay Copy Share Image
How blazing and alive the past is. The color of the wallpaper in the bedroom you had as a girl. It's not so much… — Jackie Kay Copy Share Image
