“We settled Mama into the wheelchair and loaded her down with both our pocketbooks and a vase of flowers I had picked to present to our host in hopes of softening the effects of any opinions Mama might vent during the evening.”

I’m tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I’m going camping.

It was no mean trick doing the wiring with those mittens on. But I managed it and crawled out, batting spiders into the shadows. I could hear a thud as they hit the floor joists, then a scuttling sound, then, worst of all, the silence of spiders.

When Mama starts to move across a room, people pay attention. You can never be sure she’s not going to grab you by the top of the head to steady herself. And she’s pretty free with that walking stick, too.

Falling down ain’t falling down, If you don’t cry when you hit the floor, It’s called the past cause I’m getting past, And I ain’t nothing like I was before, You ought to see me now.

Through Kurt I saw the beauty of minimalism and the importance of music that’s stripped down.

There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.

People can put you down, and they will but Allah will never abandon you, so long as you don’t.

Religions have depended on the relative isolation and ignorance of their flocks, forever and this is all breaking down.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

If your guard is up, let it down. If you’ve constructed a defensive wall to protect yourself and keep all the bad guys out, don’t forget who that wall also prevents from getting in – the good guys.

For fast-acting relief try slowing down.