I haven’t had the chance to look at too many men’s faces up close. And I noticed how his skin was thicker than mine, and a gorgeous shade of toast. The stiff blond hairs on his cheeks and chin seemed to be growing before my eyes. He smelled like starch. Like pine. His nose wasn’t so pointy afterall. …And out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel Restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light.

All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

That's all a grit is, a vehicle. For whatever it is you rather be eating.

I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.

Mother calls up the stairs to ask what in the world I'm typing up there all day and I holler down, 'Just typing up some notes from the Bible study. Just writing down all the things I love about Jesus.