That Was The Summer When

I Was Neither Black Enough For The Black Kids Or Dominican Enough For The Dominican Kids. I Didn't Have A Safe Category.

Literature Is Less Involved In Giving You Answers And More Dedicated To Giving You Insight.

But Back Then, In Those First Days, I Was So Alone That Every Day Was Like Eating My Own Heart.

My Father Was A Trigamist; He Supported Three Families. We Were Never Not Poor.

We Know Story Collections End When They End, As Well - The Pages Serving As A Countdown - But Nevertheless The Standard Story Anthology Hews Closer To What Makes Being Human So Hard: It Reminds You With Each Story How Quickly Everything We Are, Everything We Call Our Lives Can Change, Can Be Upended, Can Disappear. Never To Return.