this morning, over cheese grits and mango, my son asked me:
what does a book mean?
i said:
it’s the gateway to knowledge, imagination, understanding, freedom.
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my son asked me:
what does shelter mean?
i said:
it’s the place that holds you and the ones you love and keeps you safe from rain where you can rest in your freedom.
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my son asked me:
what does life mean?
i said:
it’s the freedom to explore and expand and learn and adventure and love.
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my son asked me:
what does love mean?
i said:
oh baby, it’s the fuel of life. it’s the drive that keeps us tied to each other, to ourselves, to justice and to freedom.
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my son asked me:
mama, why do you keep saying freedom?
i said:
because baby, freedom is the very thing that allows you to answer these questions for yourself.
