There is no place where God is not.

Something made greater by ourselves and in turn that makes us greater.

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

We are not just flesh and blood. And our hungers are not going to be set aside as just flesh and blood.

A Woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself

I think we all have empathy. We may not have enough courage to display it.

Let the brain go to work, let it meet the heart and you will be able to forgive.