...when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

Things had a way of working out for the best when you let them run their course.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.

In America right now, the people who talk about race the most are people of color - and if we are going to move the needle forward, it's WHITE people who need to acknowledge their role in racism.

You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake.