Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

We've fallen down on our responsibility to our children by somehow creating this world where they're surrounded by images of sexuality; and yet, we as adults struggle to talk to kids honestly about sex, the rules of dignity and consent.

I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.

There is no safer. There’s not even safe, never has been.

I swallowed the fear. It’s always there– fear– and if you don’t stay on top of it, you’ll drown. I swallowed again and stood tall, shoulders broad, arms loose. I was balanced, ready to move. My body said, “Yeah, you’re bigger and stronger, but if you touch this, I will hurt you.