"I didn’t ask permission to make this language mine. I stole it, like I used to steal apples and corn from my childhood gardens. I took large bites out of hard words, to make them mine. My grief and my anger turned Eastern Europe into a voodoo doll."
"I close my eyes and I let my body shut itself down and I let my mind wander. It wanders to a familiar place. A place I don’t talk about or acknowledge exists. A place where there is only me."