“Just to sit for a moment, herself, no one claiming her time or her thoughts or the product of her mind and hands. What other word to call that if not freedom?” — 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
