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

When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.

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

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.

Being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.