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Charles Hewitt. London’s East End. 1940s

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eclipse. watercolor on clay on wood. 16 x 20"

by Stella Maria Baer

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San Francisco. Fred Lyon

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This is Catalina Cazacu. She plays Young Dasha on Killing Eve (and she just joined my KE Facebook group)

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“I… want to inherit the witch in my women ancestors—the willfulness, the passion, ay, the passion where all good art comes from as women, the perseverance, the survivor skills, the courage, the strength of las mujeres bravas, peleoneras, necias, berrinchudas. I want to be una brava, peleonera, necia, berrinchuda. I want to be bad if bad means I must go against society—el Papá, el Pápa, the boyfriend, lover, husband, girlfriends, comadres—and listen to my own heart, that incredible witch’s broom that will take me where I need to go.”

— Sandra Cisneros, I Can Live Sola and I Love to Work

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“I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.”

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Elena Ferrante, from Days of Abandonment (Translated by Ann Goldstein)

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“It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.”

— James Baldwin, from “They Can’t Turn Back”

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“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”

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It’s too simple to hate the people who have doorways where you have walls.

— Riley Redgate, Noteworthy

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Nothing is so startling, so awakening, as when someone looks at you and you know they see you. Not just what you’ve polished to smoothness and perfection but the jagged edges, the rough patches, and the uncertain tangles in your center. All of you.

— Riley Redgate, Noteworthy