Requiem; Here and Gone I've said often, my grandmother lives in me. In many ways, I am more like my mother than my Granny, but Lucille lives in me. I Love Fiercely It was always clear to us that we were sheltered. We were bathed in the glow of her pride, the warmth of her …
Instead of imagining all that could go wrong, let's celebrate all that is already good.
Your inner child, the God in you, has always been right, and right there, waiting for you to say, "Yes."
I don't trust your drive-by prayers
Each morning, I give thanks that I have earned a tomorrow, but I’m neither waiting nor wasting. Our present is all we have, and even that is not promised.
I don't regret taking our children apple-picking, but it was a hilarious conversation. It made me aware of my privilege.
I don't care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
“You know what I learned about fig trees? The roots are tenacious, even invasive. They do not give up. There’s a testimony there.”
What do you have to lose? Maybe everything, but what if you don't fail?
Is my body perfect? Nope. Do I love her anyway? Yep. Can I do better? Working on it.