"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.”
"I got a quick kiss of course, but otherwise there was little time available for conversation. He seemed distracted and intent to leave on time. He didn’t even tell me he loved me."
"Normal to me, at five years old, was a mom who served as both parents. To me, a father was a drifter who came around occasionally and made you laugh. But who also caused your mom to cry behind closed doors when he left again unexpectedly."
