But what difference does it make? ... When you're mixed, you see how absurd this business of race is.
Be kind to the living.
Sometimes it seemed like the truth was a bandy-legged soul who dashed from one side of the world to the other and I could never find him.
The black church will accept anybody.
Writing for me is cutting out the fat and getting to the meaning.
I felt like a Tinker toy kid building my own self out of one of those toy building sets; for as she laid her life before me, I reassembled the tableau of her words like a picture puzzle, and as I did, so my own life was rebuilt.