Racism doesn't know color, death doesn't know age, and pain doesn't know might.

Don't trust women, my mother said to me. Even the ugly ones will take what you thought was yours.

When I'm writing flawed characters, I just think about my own flaws.

There's me in every character I put on the pages.

I think people are sometime reluctant to read outside of their own race. This is heartbreaking.

Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.

One place exists as their interpretation of it. For the people living and thriving inside of it, it's another place.