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.
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.
But he’s got your way of making me lean into peace whenever I see red.
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.