But he’s got your way of making me lean into peace whenever I see red.
Or maybe I was just in progress. Hatching another character for another extraordinary story, yet untold.
Revenge is two wrongs that make a right. Julian did something wrong. What did you do wrong?
It’s strange how so much life can be lived without speaking.
Sister Maria Martinez whom I believe I’ve mentioned before has been giving me cooking classes. Today I learned how to bake mean banana bread. The secret apparently is half a cup of dark rum.
I love that I never know who I’m going to meet next in New York. Sometimes I imagine all these millions of kids who have come here like jeweled doorknobs marked “turn me.” It’s an Alice-in-Wonderland kind of city.