“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 ...

There is a voice Urging me to go on Telling me not to think Of the past and where I came from Quiet yet present In everything that I do It says to keep pushing through For the future holds So much more for me. How do I get to that place The glorious future ...