"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 remember standing at the kitchen counter and the next memory is me opening my eyes and I’m lying on something red. I sat up and felt shattered glass falling on my chest from my face… I ran my hand down my chin and under my jaw where I felt something snag my finger.”
