She Rested Her Head Against His And

She Wanted To Ask Him Why They Were All Strangers Who Shared The Same Last Name.

...there Was Cement In Her Soul. It Had Been There For A While, An Early Morning Disease Of Fatigue, Shapeless Desires, Brief Imaginary Glints Of Other Lives She Could Be Living, That Over The Months Melded Into A Piercing Homesickness.

Race Doesn't Really Exist For You Because It Has Never Been A Barrier. Black Folks Don't Have That Choice.

I Didn't Know I Was Even Supposed To Have Issues Until I Came To America

All Over The World, There Are So Many Magazine Articles And Books Telling Women What To Do, How To Be And Not To Be, In Order To Attract Or Please Men. There Are Far Fewer Guides For Men About Pleasing Women.