Tag: Chinese
Oh So Wild and Oh So Beautiful
What’s it like to be seventy? 2018, for me, was a year of introspection. Check out my thoughts on Midwest Mixed: https://www.midwestmixed.com/community/midwest-mixed-community-spotlight-sherry-quan-lee
LOVE IMAGINED: synopsis read at two Book Award Events
MINNESOTA BOOK AWARDS THE LOFT LITERARY CENTER MARCH 20, 2015 HOSMER LIBRARY MARCH 23, 2015 (36th and 4th Avenue by Richard Green School, previously Central High School) (Aunt Lucille Wilson Shivers lived on 39th and 4th Avenue. Her husband, Spencer Shiver, owned the barber shop on the corner of 38th …
Exerpts from LOVE IMAGINED
Someone asked me early on why I wrote mostly about my Black identity. I realized it was because that was the identity I was denied. My father is Chinese, an immigrant, arriving in the U.S. when he was eleven. My mother is Negro, according to my birth certificate. However, my mother was “passing” ; for her that meant not telling anyone she was Black, although, come to think of it, I’m not sure she told anyone she was white either. I was brought up to deny who I was. Except, if push came to shove I could say I was Chinese. Funny, how many people ask me if my mother is mixed, black and white. Well, yes, there was that Irish Plantation owner’s son that impregnated my great grandmother; however, there is a history in America that if you have one drop of black blood, you are black, period.
Oh So Wild and Oh So Beautiful
What’s it like to be seventy? 2018, for me, was a year of introspection. Check out my thoughts on Midwest Mixed: https://www.midwestmixed.com/community/midwest-mixed-community-spotlight-sherry-quan-lee
LOVE IMAGINED: synopsis read at two Book Award Events
MINNESOTA BOOK AWARDS THE LOFT LITERARY CENTER MARCH 20, 2015 HOSMER LIBRARY MARCH 23, 2015 (36th and 4th Avenue by Richard Green School, previously Central High School) (Aunt Lucille Wilson Shivers lived on 39th and 4th Avenue. Her husband, Spencer Shiver, owned the barber shop on the corner of 38th …
Exerpts from LOVE IMAGINED
Someone asked me early on why I wrote mostly about my Black identity. I realized it was because that was the identity I was denied. My father is Chinese, an immigrant, arriving in the U.S. when he was eleven. My mother is Negro, according to my birth certificate. However, my mother was “passing” ; for her that meant not telling anyone she was Black, although, come to think of it, I’m not sure she told anyone she was white either. I was brought up to deny who I was. Except, if push came to shove I could say I was Chinese. Funny, how many people ask me if my mother is mixed, black and white. Well, yes, there was that Irish Plantation owner’s son that impregnated my great grandmother; however, there is a history in America that if you have one drop of black blood, you are black, period.