Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

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.

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.

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

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

There are things in our blood that are just naturally passed down to us, whether we want to recognize them or not.

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