I Thought I’d Been Condescended To As

If One Reads Enough Books, One Has A Fighting Chance.

And I Couldn't Make Fun Of Her For That Dream. It Was My Dream, Too. And Indian Boys Weren't Supposed To Dream Like That. And White Girls From Small Towns Weren't Supposed To Dream Big, Either. We Were Supposed To Be Happy With Our Limitations. But There Was No Way Penelope And I Were Going To Sit Still. Nope, We Both Wanted To Fly.

I Write In Blood Because I Remember What It Felt Like To Bleed.

Spiritual Matters Should Be Private.

My Father Is An Amazing Man.