#Memoir

[smokefalls]

The modern question of pronoun usages is not just a conversation about self-actualization, it’s a battle about who gets to define language. And, in our contemporary times, if English is meant to maintain its function as a “universal” language, it will have to adapt to function in the more equitable world we are building, not just the colonial one it forged.

Shayla Lawson, "On Them (Amherst, Massachusetts)" from How to Live Free in a Dangerous World: A Decolonial Memoir

[annasellheim]

Next part

[flowerytale]

Robert Goolrick, from The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life

[myjetpack]

My cartoon for today’s Guardian Books

[galina]

Currently: Amy Key, Arrangements in Blue

[cryptonature]

It's finally time! I've been excited to post about this FOREVER. Here is the cover for my new memoir about loving nature and struggling with depression. I'm very proud of this book and I adore this cover.

Artist: Tuesday Riddell

(Visit the link in my bio for more info.)

[lets-get-lit]

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. 

- Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

[mermazeablaze]

I thought some of my Tumblr mutuals would be interested to see this article.

Viola Ford Fletcher, aged 109, just published a memoir 'Don't Let Them Bury My Story' about her experience during the Greenwood/Tulsa Massacre. It will be available for purchase August 15th.

"Her memoir, “Don’t Let Them Bury My Story,” is a call to action for readers to pursue truth, justice and reconciliation no matter how long it takes. Written with graphic details of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre that she witnessed at age seven, Fletcher said she hoped to preserve a narrative of events that was nearly lost to a lack of acknowledgement from mainstream historians and political leaders.

The questions I had then remain to this day,” Fletcher writes in the book. “How could you just give a mob of violent, crazed, racist people a bunch of deadly weapons and allow them — no, encourage them — to go out and kill innocent Black folks and demolish a whole community?”

“As it turns out, we were victims of a lie,” she writes.

Fletcher notes in her memoir just how much history she has lived through — from several virus outbreaks preceding the coronavirus pandemic, to the Great Depression of 1929 and the Great Recession of 2008 to every war and international conflict of the last seven decades. She has watched the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. lead the national Civil Rights Movement, seen the historic election of former President Barack Obama and witnessed the rise of the Black Lives Matter movement."

[krabbu]

[ancientsstudies]

The treasure of your heart, written in your mind.

[kayystudiess]

A pretty pink glance at my Thursday morning featuring my notes and an excerpt I picked from a beautiful memoir I finished 🤍

Hope everyone has a beautiful day <3

[smokefalls]

A woman that I love more than life once told me, “Disability is really just a measure of time.” With time, all of us will be different than we are right now. In sickness, we all become time travelers. “Disability is just time working differently on the body.” At a certain point in time, we all will have to consider what we can no longer do. Some of us just reconcile with this earlier.

Shayla Lawson, "On Time (Mexico City, Mexico)" from How to Live Free in a Dangerous World: A Decolonial Memoir

[metamorphesque]

How cyclical and bittersweet for a child to retrace the image of their mother. For a subject to turn back to document their archivist.

― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

[flowerytale]

Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking

[ezrazone]

im sharing the first chapter of a terrified child played by jeremy strong here on tumblr! (this is post 1 of 2! read the second post here)! this chapter is available to buy as a single issue! 56 full-color pages in 7"x7", all copies come signed & dedicated. $20, follow the link to purchase thru ko-fi or DM me to claim yours! spectacular new cover design by @formyths

[feral-ballad]

When love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love – its quality – to be unreliable. Children do not find fault with their parents until later. In the beginning the love you get is the love that sets. I did not know that love could have continuity. I did not know that human love could be depended upon.

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?