You don't have to place your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things we need to get through life. You can place it right here on your own heart. Your...
You are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.
Where do you come from?...This is the number one most-asked question in all of South Carolina. We want to know if you are one of us, if your cousin knows our cousin, if your little sister went to scho...
When he spoke, the roughness was gone from his voice. I could tell you I did it. That's what you wanna hear. I could tell you she did it to herself, but both ways I'd be lying. It was you who did it,...
When I was being forgiving, I said that my mother was simply exhausted. I suspected, though, she was simply mean.
What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.
This is the autumn of wonders, yet every day, every single day, I go back to that burned afternoon in August when T. Ray left. I go back to that one moment when I stood in the driveway with small rock...
This is a hard question. But as women we have a right to ask the hard questions. The only way I have ever understood, broken free, emerged, healed, forgiven, flourished, and grown powerful is by askin...
There is a fullness of time for things. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet. When to let things take their course.
Their laughter would ring out abruptly, a sound Mother welcomed. Our slaves are happy, she would boast. It never occurred to her their gaiety wasn’t contentment, but survival.
The core symbols we use for God represent what we take to be the highest good....These symbols or images shape our worldview, our ethical system, and our social practice--how we relate to one another....
Sunset is the saddest light there is.
Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.
Squeezing it in my palm, I prayed, Please, God, let this seed you planted in me bear fruit.
Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.
So few people know what they're capable of.
So I taught Sunday school and brought dishes to all manner of potlucks and tried to adjust the things I heard from the pulpit to my increasingly incongruent faith.
She say Fon people keep a spirit tree and it always be a Baybob. Your granny-mauma wrapped the trunk with thread she begged and stole. She took me out there and say, 'We gon put our spirits in the tre...
Readiness for dying arrives by attending the smallest moment and finding the eternal inside of it.
My mother was a good Catholic -- she went to mass twice a week at St. Mary's in Richmond, but my father was an Orthodox Eclectic.