You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture
She's sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.
Run a hand through your hair, like the white boys do, even though the only thing that runs easily through your hair is Africa.
You need to learn how to walk the world, he told me. There's a lot out there.
As artists we are here to make you uncomfortable with the complexity of your reality.
The Prisoner's Wife echoes Edwidge Danticat's Farming of the Bones in the urgency in which it reminds us of the possibility of love even amidst the ruins. This is a terrifying, heart-breaking and, ultimately, important book.