I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.

You disespect me..
You tell me I'm failure..
You have done, what few others.. do
You hurt me emotionally..
You try to kill my hope ..
You mock my struggle..
You taunt me..
I kept quiet.. I was resilient..
I don't remorse !

Ma'am,' I said, 'I'd have liked it, having you for a ma.

Would you consider what I call the “inner eye” which opens for some of us, though not always when we want it or expect it – would you consider the inner eye as one of the sensory nerves?

Written By Penelope Fitzgerald

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