I spent my childhood alone, overweight and ugly, angry at everything, and knowing nothing of a life beyond this sadness.

We spent all our time lighting candles in the churches and praying for father's safe return. But even then [1961 and 1962], as a little girl, I knew that he wa…

. . . My best friend [as a young girl] made this mole on my face, because she would get in a fight with me and scratch me -- by the third time the scab came of…

However long we live here, however much I feel at home in Miami, I -- like everyone else -- am an exile, an exile who cannot go home.

Matthew Leiah Keller sat beneath a watershed tree and brooded. Other children played all around him, but they ignored Matt. So did two teachers on monitor duty…

Lonely people, in talking to each other can make each other lonelier.

And the sad act like lepers They stick to the shadows They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut their doors.