Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.

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.

We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.

Women destroy me. I allow them to.

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

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