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

Janet Mock's honest and sometimes searing journey is a rare and important look into la vida liminal, one that she manages to negotiate remarkably well, with grace, humor, and fierce grit. Mock doesn't only redefine what realness means to her, but challenges us to rethink our own perceptions of gender and sexuality, feminism and sisterhood, making this book a transcendent piece of American literature.

Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse.

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

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

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

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.