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

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.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

I intend to stay on her like hair on soap.

I used to believe in em (lines). I don't anymore. They in our heads. Lines between black and white ain't there neither. Some folks just made those up, long time ago. And that go for the white trash and the so-ciety ladies too.

Mississippi is like my mother. I am allowed to complain about her all I want, but God help the person who raises an ill word about her around me, unless she is their mother too.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.