Good for You

by Camille Pagán

couldn’t tell the difference between a plan and a plantain,

Besides her childhood, he’d stolen her belief that she was inherently lovable. And yes, the sense of safety that allowed a person to fall asleep midday.

“You don’t have to know the way,” said Luke, who’d been watching her with those wise gray eyes of his. “You just have to want it, and to start thinking it’s possible. I know you can do it. So even if you don’t believe that yet, borrow my belief.”

“Just leave a little space for spontaneity,” added

Mari. “You might be pleasantly surprised by what happens when you let life happen to you.”

rest of the summer, would make her . . . rudderless. Everyone was put on this planet to do something only they could do, whether it was curing cancer or brightening strangers’ days with a megawatt smile;

The truth set you free—but first it wore you out.