“No, no, no.” Lilian takes one look at me and grimaces. We haven’t stepped outside, and already she’s regretting inviting me to her friend’s party. I can’t blame her, though. I don’t want me there either. It’s comfortable at home. Well, her home. A four-bedroom, two-story dwelling in central New Jersey, where my mother moved ...

To the young woman who’s going to do amazing things, How can I express my pride in you? Nineteen years ago, I never imagined the baby I held would have such a profound impact on  me. With each passing year, I have seen your creative spirit blossom as you found your voice, passion, and identity. ...