There is a kind of strength that is almost frightening in Black women. It's as if a steel rod runs right through the head down to the feet.

Today, the first & last of every Tree/ Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

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

I'm convinced of this: Good done anywhere is good done everywhere. For a change, start by speaking to people rather than walking by them like they're stones that don't matter. As long as you're breathing, it's never too late to do some good.

We have to confront ourselves. Do we like what we see in the mirror? And, according to our light, according to our understanding, according to our courage, we will have to say yea or nay - and rise!

I do hope that young men and women will start to think for themselves and start to take responsibility for their own thoughts.

No one has ever become poor from giving.