Blended Sharon Draper Quotes

Chocolate family meets vanilla family in the artificial reality that is a mall. Caramel daughter caught helplessly between the two.

We were no longer a whole, but three separate pieces. A mom. A dad. A kid sliced in half. Actually, that made us four pieces—’cause I have to be two people: Mom’s Izzy and Dad’s Isabella.

I can create any musical combination of sounds on my piano. That’s my superpower.

The doors of Target opened with a welcoming swoosh, and I was instantly distracted. Yeah. Target does that to me. I feel at home. They've got stuff I need. Stuff I don't need. Stuff I didn't even know I wanted. Neatly placed and waiting for me. I love that place.

she’ll freak when she sees you!

churches

Sonatina in C Major, op. 36, no. 1.

When I play, I don’t pay attention to the individual notes. The notes become the melody. The melody becomes the rhythm. The rhythm is the harmony. Whether I play the blues or boogies, concertos or cantatas, I forget about me. I’m Bach. I’m Beethoven. I’m B.B. King. And the music is me. I’m a three-year-old in Italy, running though a field of daisies. I’m a turquoise-backed African sunbird, soaring over the desert savanna. The music slips out and shines like gold. I’m a tiger running through the jungle, strong and powerful. I’m a panther, dark and mysterious. I am so strong. I am in complete control of this world. Chords. Arpeggios. Cadenzas. Sharps and flats. Major chords. Minor scales. Harmony.

churches were bombed, houses were burned, people were lynched.

IT’S FUNNY—WHEN Dad was in California, Mom’s house was where I lived. It was home. But now I don’t really feel like I have a home—it’s more like I live at Dad’s place. Or Mom’s place. I never say “I’m going home” anymore. It’s “I’m going to my mom’s.” Or “I’m going to my dad’s.” Going. Not staying. Actually, it’s not funny at all.