In memory, freedom is obvious. In the present moment it‘s harder to appreciate, or recognize as a form of responsibility.

After a secret‘s been told, everyone becomes a prophet.

Could you be nostalgic for a friendship that wasn‘t over yet or did the fact that you were nostalgic mean that it already was?

He liked to refer to his whiteness the way all white liberals did: only acknowledging it when he felt oppressed by it, otherwise pretending it didn‘t exist.

A daughter grows older and draws nearer to her mother, until she gradually overlaps her like a sewing pattern. But a boy becomes some irreparably separate thing.

“Baby, Pearl, she said, I believe in love at first sight. Be careful what you look at.”

“Every Body has a story and a history. Here I offer mine with a memoir of my body and my hunger.”