My daughter had brought something with her into this world: she’d brought hope in like wildflowers, roots and all, rich soil spilling from their leaves.
Cleaning The Van
You do you, momvan. Maybe she used to be a strippervan.
Mothering A Multiracial Child In This (Racial) Tension
I am angry that the things I can’t protect her from—attitudes and rhetoric among them—are reaching her now.