I want to give readers room to be imaginative within the space of my stories. We’re cocreating a story together as writer and reader.
The newspapers are, sir, blight, disorder of the first order, just like everything that’s printed; but I tread all over it.
Beefeater Bill has no dignity.
“I do feel (and this helped me persevere, in completing the collection) that stories of trauma endured and resisted by people of color, particularly women of color, have been silenced so many times that there is value in telling these stories, however imperfectly.”
I know it’s hard to imagine now, but there was a time before the dogs. We didn’t know what they could do. We didn’t know that a dog barking up in Washington, D.C. could feel the round clicking into a chamber in Austin.