Tell me about your family," I said. And so she did. I listened intently as my mother went through each branch of the tree. Years later, after the funeral, Maria had asked me questions about the family - who was related to whom - and I struggled. I couldn't remember. A big chunk of our history had been buried with my mother. You should never let your past disappear that way.

We're Tuesday people.

But our eyes are different, what you see ain't what I see.

This is how you start to get respect, by offering something that you have.

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

Holding on to things only breaks your heart.

Kids chase the love that eludes them.