Unheard Grief, Unmovable Men: How an Old Mexican Folktale Speaks to Our Pain Today
All the wrong people are crying, and all the people who ought to feel something do not.
The Curse of La Llorona
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There was nowhere to go back to. Oklahoma was out of the question, always out of the question. But then, where was home?
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“Names bind us to people, places, and histories. As the descendant of enslaved people, my name only goes so far.”
“I once believed that I had creative talent, but I have given up this idea,” Clara Schumann wrote in her diary in 1839.
Something unexpected cracks me open every year: Tonight, it was my daughter, recognizing the name I’d given her because I couldn’t give her the woman herself.