Poquito: is indeed a collection of bits of many things cramped together inside a memory jar. Through small fragments and short, personal narratives, the author invites you to step into her childhood of clear-water playas, savor the joys and heartaches of motherhood, and celebrate the bravery of facing sorrow and despair. The author adds flavor to the writing by weaving English and Spanish throughout some of the stories.
"...In My Accent she holds her temper when asked, Where is your accent from? But then unleashes her indigenous anger in the last line, 'Or is it the voices of the Taínos under my tongue, silently sobbing as the savage Europeans raped the beautiful Quisqueya...' In No Soy La Babysitter and A Well Meaning Doctor she navigates the sea of prejudice and ignorance with punch and razor sharp humor. Hers is a irresistible voice that her intellect cannot resist. Poquito will make you weep and jump for joy."
"Reading this book made me feel like I was having a cup of coffee with a friend, sharing tidbits of life, from awkward exchanges with doctors to the moments of fear when we think our child is in danger."
"Each little story is a gem told with such clarity and humor."
"--I laughed and cried and was nodding my head yes the whole time, and couldn't put it down... It is a varied, funny, poignant assortment of poems and stories that help the reader understand what it means to be bicultural."
"Her expressive writing style coupled with her imagination and connection to her heritage is heartfelt and delightful."
A story of love, devotion, and friendship translated at times by the beautiful language of flowers. When Meg stared at the deep purple irises atop her kitchen counter, she recoiled at their sorrowful murmur. On Mariah’s night table, a bouquet of orange roses light-up her face as she listens to their joyful whispers. While 30-year-old Mariah’s life moves forward, navigating the everyday of life’s expectations, friendship, love, and motherhood, 60-year-old Meg’s life is rooted in the past, a labyrinth of treacherous memories. A tale of two women separated by their own struggles yet united by a special bond. Through the memories of one the reader gets to know the other, their past and future intertwined. One story unravels forward while the other must stitch its way through the past
In Flowers On the Wall, Tanya Paris, draws the reader in with a cast of well-drawn characters who feel very real to us. Her knack is getting us to care about these people as if we have know them for our entire lives. She makes their love, their joy, and their pain matter. --David Summergrad
This piece of literary fiction is honestly one of the best pieces I have read in a long time. From the drama to discovering the resolution of all characters has left me on the edge of my seat wanting more. --Emilia Rivera
Flowers on the Wall is Paris' literary gift to us readers, and there is no better noun for this novel, but a gift: A gift of relationships, courage, kindness, integrity, dignity; perfection. Perfect, with all the meanings of the word:beautiful and ugly, joyful and sad--as sad as a garden without the eyes and tongues of others--as life itself. Meg's and Mariah's journeys will take the reader into this garden, its variety of flowers, its multiplicity of colors, its thorns, its language, its silent predators, and its inevitable decay. Flowers on the Wall is an invitation to love one's life and appreciate just a bit more the voyage, and, especially the people that brought us there, their love, their being. ¡Enhorabuena! --Kianny N. Antigua