"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
“As I stood over her and spent those last few minutes with her, blood was cascading down my legs and onto the floor. I didn't care - my womb was crying. Everything about me was crying. Watching them wheel her away broke me. My life ended then and there."
"My mind races. What have I forgotten? What did we do wrong? Am I losing my seat? Is someone complaining already?... My mind immediately throttles to hyper-drive."
“I came in and told my mother, there is a bag with bloody clothes, I’m gonna call the cops, it doesn’t look right. She came outside to look at it and she said to just leave it.”
