In the far upper corner of my altar is a photo of Joan Crawford in her most fierce Mommy Dearest mode, just to remind me of some of the cost of everyone's hard-earned sweetness and light.

Listen, God loves everything you love, and a mess of stuff you don't.

Helped are those too busy living to respond when they are wrongfully attacked: on their walks they shall find mysteries so intriguing as to distract them from every blow.

But I don't know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.

In every life there comes a point when you have to make a decision about how you will live.

It's almost unbelievable where we are as a planet because people have been so afraid of rocking the boat, of putting forth what they really believe, and standing with people who need to be stood with.

Everything wanna be loved. Us sing and dance, and holla just wanting to be loved.