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

We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.

I guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder.

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

I have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. Love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends.

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

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