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

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

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.

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

Women destroy me. I allow them to.

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.

The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.