"I remember feeling jealous of the teachers, going into their classrooms with the kids and I realized I needed to do just that, be in the classrooms with the kids of our community."
"Each novel is its own journey and until I realized that, I kept trying to replicate my last experience and failing. I always worry my muse has deserted me, but he always come back with a bouquet of surprises. "
"They, like their dad, won’t experience the world as I did physically with my brown skin, but my son is my son and they are my grandchildren. I am their brown mom and kôhkom and my love for them is beyond this realm, connecting them to their relatives in the process."
"He cried out for his mama.
I can’t get this out of my head."