The strange thing about seeing someone for first time in nine years is the way they look totally different, just for a second, a split second, and then they look at you the way they always have, as if no time has passed between you.

Why are they doing that?” his mother said, frowning at her grandsons. The boys were sorting the casserole into piles on their plates. “Doing what?” Eve asked. “Why aren’t they eating their food?” “They don’t like it when things touch,” Eve said. “What things?” his mother asked. “Their food. They don’t like it when different foods touch or mix together.” “How do you serve dinner, in ice cube trays?

He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.

But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself. He kept finding new ways to betray her.

If we stop to apologize and forgive each other every time we step on each other’s toes, we’ll never have time to be friends.

As I moved to less and less diverse places in my life, I realized that white people dont talk about race amongst themselves!

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.