It seems like at some point you'd run out of awful.

Lord, I never seen blue hair on a black woman before or since. Leroy say you look like a cracker from outer space.

What you learn today?" I ask even though she ain't in real school, just the pretend kind. Other day, when I ask her, she say, "Pilgrims. They came over and nothing would grow so they ate the Indians." Now knew them Pilgrims didn't eat no Indians. But that ain't the point.

The day your child says she hates you, and every child will go through the phase, it kicks like a foot in the stomach.

Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.

It seems like at some point you'd run out of awful.

I reckon that’s the risk you run, letting somebody else raise you chilluns.