“Their laughter would ring out abruptly, a sound Mother welcomed. “Our slaves are happy,” she would boast. It never occurred to her their gaiety wasn’t contentment, but survival.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“What could I possibly have done to bring this on? What can I possibly do to stop it? I thought, is there anybody besides me whose mother welcomed them into the world with a face full of joyful love? I… — Catherine Ryan Hyde Copy Share Image
