On this day in 1934, Audre Lorde emerged into the world; she emerged in my life when I was about twenty-two. A high-school friend of mine and I were sitting in a common area on the university campus, waiting for the clock to tick towards a class that we shared, where she told me about the class she’d just had.

Whatever had been scheduled was shelved when the professor announced that Audre Lorde had died on November 17th; instead, the woman, with a professor who joined for that day and some of the other students, spoke about how much Audre Lorde had meant to them.

Neither of us had heard of her. “She cried,” my friend stage-whispered, leaning towards me. As though it would have been even more of a transgression to speak of the woman’s grief aloud.

My friend gave me a ride home after our shared class, so I didn’t buy the book that day but, soon afterwards, I bought Sister Outsider at the campus bookstore: a slim volume from the Crossing Press for $15.95 in electric blue with Audre Lorde’s photograph on the cover.

Already a committed fiction reader, it’s notable to me that Lorde’s volume of “Essays and Speeches” is one of the few books of non-fiction that I returned to in those years. (We’re not far off my discovery of Dale Spender…that would happen just a little later.)

Since then, I’ve seen many editions of Sister Outsider, all of which seem to have excellent supporting material. My copy is all-Audre-Lorde-all-the-time. Editor Nancy K. Bereano’s 1983 introduction to my copy barely scratches the surface and relies heavily on quoting Lorde’s own words.

“We are all amplified by Audre Lorde’s work,” she writes, before closing with Lorde’s writing:

“I am who I am, doing what I came to do, acting upon you like a drug or a chisel to remind you of your me-ness, as I discover you in myself.”

There is no other book on my shelves, to which I have turned more often, while the culture wars of recent years rooted and, then, raged.

I planned to reread it last year but, instead, I picked through it and revisited the pieces that I knew resonated with me on previous readings. The words that I craved most. Now I’m ready to take it on more studiously, from start to stop. Please join, if you care to. I’m thinking perhaps an essay each week, but most of my other ideas about 2022’s reading are moving more slowly than expected, so….