“And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is'” – Kurt Vonnegut
Don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up, Tupac said.
Forgive but don’t forget, girl, keep ya head up, he said.
The night you left for college, I snuck into your bedroom and cried cross-legged beneath your bookshelf as I tried to assemble you out of the dog-eared pages and underlined phrases so I could sit with you once more on the corner of your comforter and hear your stories, like solar systems on the pinpoints […]
Punch line after punch line, Jason proves he’s not only a master of the written and spoken word, but also a highly astute human being—one with a rare capacity for encapsulating life in a way that leaves his audience members keenly aware of, and grateful for, their own existence.
In second grade, Ms. Browning told me I drew my picture wrong.
She had asked us to be artists for a few minutes –
to take out the blank paper and crayons
so we could draw pictures of what we wanted to be when we grew up.