She [my mother] gave me permission to wonder, to dawdle, to daydream.

(M)aybe we too busy being flowers or fairies or strawberries instead of something honest and worthy of respect . . . you know . . . like being people.

Writing is a legitimate way, an important way, to participate in the empowerment of the community that names me.

When you dream, you dialogue with aspects of yourself that normally are not with you in the daytime and you discover that you know a great deal more than you thought you did.

Our lives preserved. How it was; and how it be. Passing it along in the relay. That is what I work to do: to produce stories that save our lives.

One monkey don't stop no show. Not one, not six. The struggle continues.

The role of the artist is to make the revolution irresistible