A mother isn’t the person who births you; it’s the person who rears you and shows you love.

Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water