Preface
By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and hunger. I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you. To become more intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve selfautonomy.
—Anzaldúa (1983, p. 169)
Dwelling on the bridge
In exile between kingdoms
With the stars at night
This book is written and organized in my third space (Aoki, 2000, 2003; Bhabha, 1990; Nishizawa, 2002; Pinar, 2006; D. G. Smith, 1999; Trinh, 1992; Wang, 2004). I am questing for the call from a stranger, as Wang (2004) described,