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A review by laurhi
Heart Berries by Terese Marie Mailhot
4.0
"What I feel struck with is something smaller, in a less impressive world. I woke up today, confused, inside of something feminine and ancestral in its misery. I woke up as the bones of my ancestors locked in government storage. My illness has carried me into white buildings, into the doctor's office and the therapist's - with nothing to say, other than I need my grandmother's eyes on me, smiling at my misguided heart. Imagine their faces when I say that." (pg. 17).
"We fought for hours, and I didn't say that my mother had spent her life waiting for service." (pg. 24)
"In white culture, forgiveness is synonymous with letting go. In my culture, I believe we carry pain until we can reconcile with it through ceremony. Pain is not framed like a problem with a solution. I don't even know that white people see transcendence the way we do. I'm not even sure that their dichotomies apply to me." (pg. 28).
"I wanted him to see us and decide we were worth a play in our own right. I wanted him to see my mother, beyond a groupie, or a cliché or an Indian woman-because she was more. He didn't see her." (pg. 37).
"In moments like that, I remembered the ladybugs and mold. I remembered sour meat in the fridge and needing Mom to come home. I remembered what it was like to be nothing." (pg. 95)
"Pain is faster than light, and I wish people would not fault me for the things I can't forget or explain." (pg. 99)
"We fought for hours, and I didn't say that my mother had spent her life waiting for service." (pg. 24)
"In white culture, forgiveness is synonymous with letting go. In my culture, I believe we carry pain until we can reconcile with it through ceremony. Pain is not framed like a problem with a solution. I don't even know that white people see transcendence the way we do. I'm not even sure that their dichotomies apply to me." (pg. 28).
"I wanted him to see us and decide we were worth a play in our own right. I wanted him to see my mother, beyond a groupie, or a cliché or an Indian woman-because she was more. He didn't see her." (pg. 37).
"In moments like that, I remembered the ladybugs and mold. I remembered sour meat in the fridge and needing Mom to come home. I remembered what it was like to be nothing." (pg. 95)
"Pain is faster than light, and I wish people would not fault me for the things I can't forget or explain." (pg. 99)