Janie’s grandmother uttered those words in Hurston’s “Their Eyes Were Watching God.”
Where all my cracked plates at? Anybody? Someone? Who’s willing to take a step and say “hey…me…i’m the cracked plate.”
A friend, well, an ex-friend texted me this quote from Douglas Couplan: And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.
At first I was angry. Well, not “angry,” because anger is a false emotion. How about this: I was embarrassed . . . embarrassed at the truth . . . that I was, indeed, broken in ways that “can’t ever be fixed.”
There’s more to this post, but I’m cracking. I need a day for “tape and glue.”
. . . excuse me