Sue Monk Kidd
Sue Monk Kidd
Sue Monk Kiddis a writer from the Southern United States, best known for her novel, The Secret Life of Bees...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth12 August 1948
CountryUnited States of America
affinity dropped intimacy love
I have an affinity for writing in the first person. I love the intimacy of being dropped inside the character.
abolition broke race women
Gender and race got very entwined in the 19th century, as abolition broke out, and then women wanted the right to speak about it.
named
I have an old dog named Lily, and she's a black lab.
brooklyn came dinner heritage history museum names sarah saw western women york
I first saw 'The Dinner Party' in 2007 at the Brooklyn Museum in New York City. While perusing the Heritage Panels, which honor 999 women who have made important contributions to Western history, I came upon the names of two sisters, Sarah and Angelina Grimke.
dog goes husband novel problem sends solitude swallow tends
For me, writing a novel goes on for years, and the solitude goes on, too. It tends to swallow me at times. I know it's a problem when my husband sends the dog in to retrieve me.
captivated women
I'm always captivated by stories of women who find a way to be daring - misbehaving women.
people grew grew-up
From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.
waiting living-my-life caught
And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it.
strange realizing young
I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.
writing taste pomegranates
We write to taste life twice," Anais Nin wrote, "in the moment and in retrospection.
mom world-love people
It only meant that my natural inclination was to draw my "energy" from within instead of seeking it outside myself, plus my mom was an introvcert, and so were a lot of normal people. The problem was I was shy on top of that. And we all know how the world loves a shy introvert.
crush children giving-up
I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.
moments begging feels
I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.
tiny dangerous shattering
She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.