MY THOUGHTS ON THE BOOK
October 12, 1997. Will Rogers World Airport. As I sit in the airport, waiting for my brother to arrive, I see a tall, slim, beautifully awkward young woman walk past. She has frizzy red hair; it's so wild that it looks like it has a life of its own. She has pale, skinny arms that look as thin as straw. She has a radiant smile that momentarily makes me forget that I'm stuck at the airport in the middle of the night.
Why was she there? Was she looking for a family member? Was she alone? Did she have a best friend? Or a boyfriend?
Or was she like me--in search of a place where she "belonged"? In search of a place where she could be herself--whoever that may be?
Although I never spoke to her, that young woman would become one of the most important people in my life. She was Maxine Phillips. This is her story.
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