Two women in love confirms for me that there is a love that can push you beyond what everyone else says is possible. I.

More often than not, I find identity politics to be defined narrowly in progressive circles. This can limit our work to build coalitions and solidarity across communities and movements because this leads us to simply replicate all that we want to eradicate in the world.

The bravest phrase a woman can say is “I don’t know.

I think my kids will be very prepared. I think they'll be ready for kindergarten when they leave the Guadalupe Center.

I totally don't like the police out there. It's making us feel uncomfortable. We feel on the edge. They are making us feel like criminals.

I didn't want the school to come off as asking little childish questions. Everyone wanted it to be very serious.

If we really believe in this cause, they can't stop us.

Love will work no matter what job i have, what nationality I claim, or what street i live on. It will work even if i kiss a woman. and it does.

It is an empty room, that afterwards, a soledad, and it sits there at the center of a person's life and waits to be filled.

Yvette is a woman who looks like a church bell. Her copper body curves with purpose, angles on a chair as if from a tower overlooking a village by the sea. Her bones are strong everywhere, in her cheeks, her shoulders, her hands. They are made from something more durable like iron or brass. When she smiles, it is as if a bell has been struck, as if music has entered the world the way God intended: at noon by the sea.