I am not promiscuous with my warmth, but when I share it, my warmth can be as hot as the sun. - Roxane Gay

Just because you survive something does not mean you are strong.

A girl is a girl whether she lives in West Omaha or Sweet Valley. Books are often far more than just books.

Jesus is allowed table-flipping rage. We speak of men and their rage as if it is laudable. “Men just get mad and punch each other and it’s over,” we say. “Women are just bitches; they never let it go.” That’s because we never can let it go. Because where would we put it? What system? What faith? What institution has room? Has patience? Has understanding for an angry woman?