Sherry Jones
The late twentieth century produced a generation of American writers who worked across multiple forms, carrying professional identities that resisted easy categorization. Sherry Jones, born in 1961, belongs to that broad landscape — a citizen of the United States whose working life has encompassed both journalism and writing.
Jones holds the occupations of journalist and writer. The facts available about her are spare: a birth year, a nationality, and those two professional designations. Taken together, they locate her within American letters as someone whose career has operated in more than one register, moving between the demands of reportage and the wider commitments of the writer's craft. No specific honors appear in the documented record, but the dual professional identity itself marks the shape of her working life as it stands.
Quotes by Sherry Jones
Were every man to live according to his desires alone, the world would descend into chaos.
With him, I became utterly myself as never before – and, to my astonishment, when I looked into his eyes like mirrors reflecting myself back to me, I admired the person I beheld there.
I placed a bowl of herbs and ointments in the window of my bedroom, and let the scented breeze carry him away . . .
With him, I became utterly myself as never before - and, to my astonishment, when I looked into his eyes like mirrors reflecting myself back to me, I admired the person I beheld there.
How many times in life have I been advised to "toe the line," to "tone it down," to stop "pushing the envelope"? As a journalist, I had to keep my opinions to myself for 30 years. I thought that, as an artist, I'd have the liberty to express my views. Now I'm told that doing so might hurt my readership. I'm so idealistic, as I said elsewhere on FB today, that I think people ought to read my books because they're good. Period.
Running away has been futile. Wherever I went life would be the same. Resisting my chains only seem to tighten them. Yet all around me women found ways to slip those bonds, to discreetly flout the rules and then return to their so-called captivity before anyone noticed.
His eyes were like bronze mirrors that reflected only my loveliness and none of my flaws.~Ai’sha
I’d rather be a lone lioness, roaring and free, than a caged bird without even a name to call my own.~Ai’sha
