I am but one of the legions of indigenous people wrested of our mother-tongues, mouths colonized. I want my words back.
Rachel wants you to be free. Even if it's scary.
Your birth anointed me with the pure oil of fatherhood, crowned me with a diadem jeweled with responsibilities and burnished with tears.
Eli found a mysterious, anonymous love note in her bag in Jerusalem. Where did it come from?
It's not seeping into my bones like it used to and I want it back.
