I Could Bear The Memory, But I

Love Had Always Issued Out Of The Places That Hurt The Most.

Basketball Allowed Me To Revere My Father Without Him Knowing What I Was Up To. I Took Up Basketball As A Form Of Homage And Mimicry.

The Great Teachers Fill You Up With Hope And Shower You With A Thousand Reasons To Embrace All Aspects Of Life.

But Even Her Demons She Invested With Inordinate Beauty, Consecrated Them With The Dignity Of Her Attention.

My Wound Is Geography. It Is Also My Anchorage, My Port Of Call.