Fiction And Poetry Are My First Loves,

All My Characters Exist In Risk, In The Places We Are Either Too Afraid To Go To, Or Have Enough Privilege Not To Have To, But Whatever The Reason, These Characters I Fashion Go Before Us And Come Back Transformed For Us. For Me, At Least.

My Books Are Often Shelved Around Those Of Chinua Achebe And Margaret Atwood, Or Chimamanda Adichie And Monica Ali. All Of This Depends, Of Course, On The Bookstore And How Conversant The Shelf Stocker Is With The Alphabet.

Love Is At Once The Most Creative And Yet Simultaneously Destructive Force In The World, And Thus, In Our Lives. And I Don't Mean The Hallmark Sentimental Type Of Love, Although That Is Part Of It. But A Deeper Obligation That We Have To Each Other: The Obligation To Reflect Our Humanness At Each Other, To Reflect Back The Things Others Show Us And We, Them.

If I Dont Get At Least One E-mail Every Ten Minutes, I Feel Unloved. Even Junk Mail Makes Me Feel Seen. Sad, I Know. Sigh.

Something That Had The Quality Of A Dimly Lit Stage Set Just Before The Curtains Rise On Opening Night. There Was A Rhythm To It, A Beckoning, And A Bittersweet Tear In Time.