If you don't know where your're going, you should know where you came from.
I hadn't been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called 'bee yard etiquette'. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fin...
I didn't know how to be in the world without her.
Her name was Mary, and there ends any resemblance to the mother of our Lord.
Everything she knew came from living on the scarce side of mercy.
Every living creature on the earth is special. You want to be the one that puts an end to one of them?
Afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.
You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.
You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside.’ She held out her hand to me. ‘Give me your hand.’ I lifted...
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...
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 create a path of your own by looking within yourself and listening to your soul, cultivating your own ways of experiencing the sacred and then practicing it. Practicing until you make it a song th...
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.
We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.
To be honest, I had been restless...The sensation would rise suddenly like freight from the ocean floor--the unexpected discontent of cows in their pasture. The constant chewing of all that cud.
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...