writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

Some feminists feel that a woman should never be wrong. We have a right to be wrong.

Truth is simply whatever you can bring yourself to believe.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

A gift - be it a present, a kind word or a job done with care and love - explains itself!... and if receivin' it embarrasses you, it's because your 'thanks box' is warped.

Where did we get the idea of insultin' folks by pointin' out their age? ... It seems that we think youth is some special accomplishment brought about by the individual himself!

And realizing there is no such thing as the Black experience. Time and events allow for change on both sides.