A long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy - how that was all that love was - ions connecting across synapses of time and air. Don't rationalize, she'd say. None of it will ever make sense. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Anne was right. None of it made any sense.
Jacqueline WoodsonI actually don't think of whiteness and heterosexuality as 'the norm'. Maybe there are people who still do but none of them are close friends of mine.
Jacqueline WoodsonDon't trust women, my mother said to me. Even the ugly ones will take what you thought was yours.
Jacqueline WoodsonI couldnt be a writer without hope. I think I became a writer because Im pretty optimistic.
Jacqueline Woodson