Because I can't seem to escape it. It's a way for me to address and counter my questions about what it means to be human, or, in my case a Dominican human who grew up in New Jersey.

Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

You really want to know what being an X-Man feels like? Just be a smart bookish boy of color in a contemporary U.S. ghetto. Mamma mia! Like having bat wings or a pair of tentacles growing out of your chest.

If we do not begin to practice the muscles of having a possessive investment in each other's oppressions, then we are in some serious trouble.

For a long time, I let my mother say what she wanted about me, and what was worse, for a long time I believed her.

She had reason to doubt him; he was real good at planning but real bad at doing.

I find reading to be a delight, a source of comfort, a way to explore.