In Families, There Are No Crimes Beyond

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.

She Had So Mastered The Strategies Of Camouflage That Her Own History Had Seemed A Series Of Well-placed Mirrors That Kept Her Hidden From Herself.

There's No Word In The Language I Revere More Than 'teacher.' My Heart Sings When A Kid Refers To Me As His Teacher, And It Always Has. I've Honored Myself And The Entire Family Of Man By Becoming A Teacher.

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

But No One Walks Out Of His Family Without Reprisals: A Family Is Too Disciplined An Army To Offer Compassion To Its Deserters.