Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.
We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?
There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.
There was nothing I hated worse than clumps of whispering girls who got quiet when I passed. I started picking scabs off my body and, when I didn't have any, gnawing the flesh around my fingernails un...
The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-com, and you never will outpace your grief.
The secret of a good lie is don't overly explain, and throw in one good detail.
The road of 'God alone' struck me with unsettling fear. So I lingered in a kind of limbo. Unable to go back, unable to go on. Uncertain. Tentative. How strange that we tend to stand ankle-deep in the...
Sarah was up in her room with her heart broke so bad, Binah said you could hear it jangle when she walked.
Professor Julius Lester, which I kept propped on my desk: History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another’s pain in th...
Now and then sprays of rain flew over and misted our faces. Every time I refused to wipe away the wetness. It made the world seem so alive to me. I couldn't help but envy the way a good storm got ever...
My children have always existed at the deepest center of me, right there in the heart/hearth, but I struggled with the powerful demands of motherhood, chafing sometimes at the way they pulled me away...
It's part of our overall Body Negation Program.
I learned how easy it is to give up and become draperies while everyone else is dancing.
How can I explain such a thing? I simply know it in the way I know there's an oak tree inside an acorn...I've come to know it only this night, but it has always been the tree in the acorn.
All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.
. . women internalize the feminine wound or feminine inferiority so deeply, there's little or no female authority and esteem to fall back on. So they seek it by adopting and pleasing patriarchal stand...
Mother seemed happiest when making and tending home, the sewing machine whistling and the Mixmaster whirling. Her deepest impulse was to nurture, to simply dwell; it had nothing to do with ambition an...
You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.
You gotta imagine what's never been.
You don't have to put your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and the other things we need to get through life, she said. You can place it right here on your own heart. Y...