The more I do bookstores, the more people come up to me from church groups. I spoke at Pittsburg State College and had 2 or 3 ministers and book groups from a couple of churches.
I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.
Mountains are where heaven meets earth.
It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.
I love many kinds of music: world music, jazz, classical, pop.
I tell writers to keep reading, reading, reading. Read widely and deeply. And I tell them not to give up even after getting rejection letters. And only write what you love.
There's nothing quite like a real . . . train conductor to add color to a quotidian commute
If you want to understand any woman, you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully.
I am so honored to be the vessel into which you pour this story of pain and strength.
I moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy.
One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.
I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.
He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.
They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.
If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully. Stories about food show a strong connection. Wistful silences demonstrate unfinished business. The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother's life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter.
I wanted to cry, but I realized that I was too old for that. I would be a woman soon and I would have to learn how to live with a divided heart.
Until very recently men and women inhabited very separate spheres. There was always interconnection, passion, love. But men and women didn't hang out at the end of the day and chat about what their day was like at the office.
Wherever you walk, I go with you. Selah.
The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.
Egypt loved the lotus because it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved.
Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.
I like the way he danced. And then I like the way we danced together.
It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did. Maybe you guessed that there was more to me than the voiceless cipher in the text. Maybe you heard it in the music of my name: the first vowel high and clear, as when a mother calls to her child at dusk; the second sound soft, for whispering secrets on pillows. Dee-nah.
My husband, Jim, converted to Judaism just before our wedding.
The other reason women wanted daughters was to keep their memories alive.
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