How cruel it must be for a man to live past his soul.

If you don't like something about yourself, change it. If you're OK with it, you gotta own it. There's nothing in between.

When I grew up, all of our news, weather, and sports came from America. The people where I grew up rooted for American teams as opposed to Canadian teams.

Evidence tells that black and Latina woman are more accepting of curves, and that's a good thing.

I hum some secret place into being, thinking of this other me, the one that only I can see, a girl called She, who is not We, a girl who I will never be.

I feel, holding books, accommodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust my computer, though I couldn't do without it. Books are matter. My books matter. What would I have done through these years without the library and all its lovely books?

The world's waistlines are expanding, but it's an epidemic of a larger issue in terms of our bounty having become our burden.