She went from someone I knew to someone I was invested in.
The idea that my body suddenly had limitations, ones I had not actively chosen, was terrifying.
The things I can touch are often all that remains of the people I’ve loved.
What keeps us human is the shared experience of living.
I was a success because of teachers and administrators who helped me.
I believe that there is magic in girls who become women together.
If we close our eyes and pretend hard enough, our bodies will be something other than our own.
No matter how much we might want to give up, it is worth holding on for the ones we love.
At the heart of who we are, we belong to the towns that raised us.
The thing about loving other people’s children is that while they may feel as though they belong to you, they don’t, and their role in your life—and yours in theirs—is beyond your control.