You think you may not be heard. Speak anyway.
Raising kids is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.
To those who have given up on love: I say, "Trust life a little bit.
When I try to describe myself to God I say, 'Lord, remember me? Black? Female? Six-foot tall? The writer?' And I almost always get God's attention.
I long for the time when all human history is taught as one history, because it really is.
Forgive yourself - no one else will.