Memories of Molly

Someday not so far away, everyone alive right now will graduate from the world, many of us having lived believing we were strangers, oblivious to the fact that we had all along been in the same class. Had the same century as a teacher. Just different beliefs about who was or wasn’t a bully. I adore this brief and clumsy life. And because of that, I... See more

The little things you do for others that remind you both of who you are, matter. They’re what define the thread count of the human experience

I do see that each wave is completely unique. No two waves are the same. They come into form dependent on many differing conditions, live for a while, and express a distinctive beauty before they disappear, thrown up on the beach before flowing back out to sea. Each wave is distinct, yet not separate. All are part of the same ocean. The ocean is on... See more

We must be willing to exchange comfort for racial consciousness and to be more curious than critical or dispirited. If I didn’t belong to you, I wouldn’t have written this book. If you didn’t belong to me, you wouldn’t be reading it. I’m you, and you are me—you just don’t know that yet. We are here, sharing these pages, to embrace our membership in

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I’ve always believed as an ideology, as a religion, as an absolute truth, that we should, every single one of us, tell our own stories.