Sonata reminds me of my teenage years when I took piano lessons. For hours I played and played again Falling Waters until I thought no one else could ever play it that well. But alas, the old upright piano is probably somewhere now in an antigue place, and I have long since forgotten all of that piece. I can still, at age 85, play part of it if I ever have a chance to touch those ivories again. Thank you for Sonata, Naomi, to dredge up memories of long ago and a time of peace in a full house of sisters and brothers on the prairie in South Dakota. Emma
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Sandie May Angel