it is this broken road with pitfalls and sharp turns and unexpected traverses that has brought me joy and adventure.

Yes, Mother. I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me.

I am not interested in being a role model, or in fulfilling the expectations of others. I know I am of most use to others and to myself by being this unique self: Nature, I have noticed, is not particularly devoted to copies, and human beings needn't be either.

Not only will your teachers appear, but they will cook new foods for you.

The infinite faith I have in people's ability to understand anything that makes sense has always been justified, finally, by their behavior.

I almost never do anything for Black History Month, because I feel it's just another way to separate us.

All History is current; all injustice continues on some level, somewhere in the world.