I Prefer To Remain Anomalous.

I Lost A Child," She Said, Meeting Lusa's Eyes Directly. "i Thought I Wouldn't Live Through It. But You Do. You Learn To Love The Place Somebody Leaves Behind For You.

Your Own Family Resemblances Are A Frustrating Code, Most Easily Read By Those Who Know You Least.

This Is How Americans Think. You Believe That If Something Terrible Happens To Someone, They Must Have Deserved It.

I Look At My Four Boys, Who Are The Colors Of Silt, Loam, Dust, And Clay, An Infinite Palette For Children Of Their Own, And I Understand That Time Erases Whiteness Altogether.

I Live In A Rural Part Of Virginia Surrounded By Farms And Farmers.