I'd cry, if only I had the time to do it.

I was born in Jackson, Mississippi, in 1969, in a time and place where no one was saying, Look how far weve come, because we hadnt come very far, to say the least. Although Jacksons population was half white and half black, I didnt have a single black friend or a black neighbor or even a black person in my school.

I nursed a worthless, pint drinker for twelve years and when my lazy, life-sucking, daddy finally died, I swore to God with tears in my eyes I'd never marry one. And then I did.

If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know.

Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.

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