She had reason to doubt him; he was real good at planning but real bad at doing.
Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own.
I never wanted to be away from the family. Intuitively, I knew how easily distances could harden and become permanent.
Sure, I liked girls but I was always too terrified to speak to them unless we were arguing or I was calling them stupidos, which was one of my favorite words that year.
You need to learn how to walk the world, he told me. There's a lot out there.
Don't panic. Say, Hey, no problem. Run a hand through your hair like the whiteboys do even though the only thing that runs easily through your hair is Africa.
