Becoming

by Michelle Obama

Now I think it’s one of the most useless questions an adult can ask a child—What do you want to be when you grow up? As if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something and that’s the end.

Your story is what you have, what you will always have. It is something to own.

It’s because of my mother that still to this day I catch the scent of Pine-Sol and automatically feel better about life.

Because what was a basketball game if not a showcase of boys?

The noise doesn’t go away, but the most successful people I know have figured out how to live with it,

I loved mac and cheese, and he couldn’t stand it.