...]), my proposed comparison elucidates the Western and transnational leanings of this foundational “Caribbean” work and the ways in which it implicitly expands on Morrison's representations of female autonomy and visual culture. To that end, I borrow from and expand on Cheryl Wall's notion of “worrying...

... home. Las nenas need only worry about the planes.     Mamá, I worry about fading. I worry about the tumor returning. Mamá, I still worry about COVID-19. As others’ souls slip through them, the gray sky, the trembling earth, tell you There’s never enough . Resistant tears, and youthful...

...Caroline M. Mar the not necessary, not needed, unrequired and unrequited missing of your voice, your knotty hand not near enough to mine, please pass the 清 蒸 魚, no need to worry, no need, please pass back into this kitchen, this house, this life that you left, don’t bother, don’t worry...

... of Worries’ have I ever told you that one?” “No,” I lied. I had heard her tell it before, but I was in the mood to hear her tell it again. Before my mother had passed, and Diane and I had sat at her dining-room table during that last Monday in August, I had an irrational fear that she was going...

... to Los Angeles to bury his father’s things at the beach, a physical act that helps Frank attempt to leave behind destructive baggage: “When my father died, I’d chosen only a few items from his home to remember him by: blind man glasses, walking stick, worry stone, briefcase, and those damned glorious...

.... If you choose to abandon the game, he lurks in the thighs, and plays with your hips. Soon, everyone wants to join in. Worry less about the edges of your hair. If they ask (and the small ones will) say, Happy Nappy! Wear their blush like a shield. When violent Tzzz and Gzzz...

...Glenis Redmond Copyright © 2013 by Smith College 2013 GLENIS REDMOND Mule Deniggerwomanis demuleuhdeworld. - Zora Neale Hurston, TheirEyesWereWatchingGod she scowls all the time 'cause her shoulders bow underneath all that work and worry and get nothin' in return that's why her feet...

... a tiny bloom to fill the puncture. Forgiveness softens his face into the one he carried to the woman across the years unruffled by the wind of worry, to the beginning of time when there was no history between them to erase. [Meridians:feminismr,acet,ransnationalism2000, vol. 1, no. 1, pp. 121-22] © 2000...

..., and clean the copper pan, and that is what I think Woolfis saying, too. That her mother taught her- MA: Right. And my mother once said "feminism is for women who worry about things in other people's houses rather than their own" (speaks in Malayalam). Ls: Oh, please say that again! MA: (Laughs) I said...

.... She just mocked him for his provincialism and mailed off an application to the American University in Cairo. My parents worried that my sister would transfer her passion for Nefertiti to some dark-skinned man and stay in Egypt forever. They begged her to consider applying closer to home. "Youcould...

... against her face. The mist arising out of the steamy pool, leaking out of the steamy sauna is heavy like smoke. She coughs, unable to relax and enjoy herself, for lodging in her lungs like phlegm is the worry that is always there, the hidden cost of everything, mildew appearing on the breathing of spores...

... living anyway, from back when I was in political detention.” In a sentence meant to assuage our worry over his possible exposure to contagion, older histories of martial law rupture into the contemporary moment. Political detention in the past perversely becomes preparation for self-quarantining...

... or gossiping, if they are worried about the day's meager wages, if there was enough milk or cereal for their children. Technology cannot give us digital ironing, Who'd want it? Youmean flicking a switch, pointing the arrow at an icon and your ironing's done? Astronauts swallowing pills for honey-baked ham...

... positively to include adequate food, shelter and employment. My other worry about peace being defined negatively is that peace is often associated with a passive condition, which is gendered female. Peace can have connotations of passivity for the conventional makers of war. That's why I love the title...

..., and finally the militarization of borders like the Nador/Melilla border that regularizes violence against porteadoras , while intending to deter unwanted and undocumented immigrants. When Safia Azizi prepared to go to work that winter morning on November 17, 2008, her immediate worries were probably how...

... relationship with Nel by signifying on and ridiculing Jude. But she is also giving attention to the invisibility of Black women's selflessnessthe same Black women who are, in her description, "worry[ing] themselves into bad health just trying to hang on to" Black men's cuffs (103). Sula's assertion bears...

... in politics then. Grace Mugabe’s problems with the old guard escalated when she forced the expulsion of war veteran leaders and Mnangagwa. The army generals and other key male politicians felt exposed and worried that their standing in the regime was no longer safe with Grace Mugabe at the political helm...

... to Aboriginals. There are, however, for me some worrying trends in contemporary Australia, as well as some unique and interesting factors that are important to consider in creating responses to institutional racism and the politics of place for women. Through my reading and in talking with people working...

.... But this letter is different. There are things I want to say to you, and I worry I might forget them by the time you are old enough to understand. We are at such different moments in our lives. How strange that this one event has strengthened our bond, yet underscores our differences at the same time. January 12...

... the last will and testament of an Iraqi woman torn between her love for a beloved country, the ambivalence of exile in Beirut, and her opposition to the diplomatic impunity of the U.S.-led coalition forces, who, she concluded, were "worried about security, not for the poor Iraqis, but for themselves...