My grandmother took me to church on Sunday all day long, every Sunday into the night. Then Monday evening was the missionary meeting. Tuesday evening was usher board meeting. Wednesday evening was prayer meeting. Thursday evening was visit the sick. Friday evening was choir practice. I mean, and at all those gatherings, we sang.
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.
Every December, I host a tree-trimming party. I serve chili with cornbread and lots of good wine. It’s a wonderful party, and it shows how much adults like to play.
At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.
I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.
I speak to the black experience, but I am always talking about the human condition.
Living in a state of terror was new to many white people in America, but black people have been living in a state of terror in this country for more than 400 years.
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
I think that that’s the wisest thing – to prevent illness before we try to cure something.