...sometimes a start is all we ever get.

The thoughts he put in her head. Someone should’ve arrested him for it.

We know story collections end when they end, as well - the pages serving as a countdown - but nevertheless the standard story anthology hews closer to what makes being human so hard: it reminds you with each story how quickly everything we are, everything we call our lives can change, can be upended, can disappear. Never to return.

People can say what they want, but historically, feminism in the Dominican Republic has been extremely strong.

Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

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.

As an artist you're on a journey of discovery and sometimes that journey takes a long time, doesn't subscribe to [a] train schedule, to the punch-clock. And I need to read a lot to make my pages happen.