I've written before about how seeing Toni Morrison speak from the second row at the 2011 National Book Festival was one of the best moments of my life.
So hearing that local politicians are disputing the suitability of The Bluest Eye for eleventh graders hurts my heart. 1, 2 (Strangely, my reporter husband has ended up covering this.)
I'll be in Minneapolis for Labor Day weekend, and I plan to try to avoid this:
We have limited time on this planet. Do you really want to spend that time squinting at a tiny screen?