All Human Stories Are Migration

The Mountain Trembled Like An Earthquake. Dust Flew Into The Sky. And The Rock Turned Dark Red, Like The Color Of Blood'. 'how Would You Know?' Asks Sindhi Cap. 'you Only Have A Black And White Television'. 'but It's A Very Good One. You Can Almost See Colours.

I Did Not Grow Up In Poverty. But I Did Grow Up With A Poor Boy's Sense Of Longing, In My Case Not For What My Family Had Never Had, But For What We Had Had And Lost.

If Your Book Is Set In The Plantation Days Of The Slave-owning South And You Write A Little Romance Between Two Slave Owners Without Acknowledging The System They Live, That's A Political Gesture.

I Took A Couple Of Creative Writing Classes With Joyce Carol Oates At Princeton University, And In My Senior Year There, I Took A Long Fiction Workshop With Toni Morrison. I Fell In Love With It.

Childbirth Changed My Perception Of My Wife. She Was Now The Bloodied Special Forces Soldier Who Had Fought And Risked Everything For Our Family.