Mama Learned To Laugh With

I Was No Cherokee. I Was No Warrior. I Was Nobody Special. I Was Just A Girl, Scared And Angry. When I Saw Myself In Daddy Glen's Eyes, I Wanted To Die. No, I Wanted To Be Already Dead, Cold And Gone. Everything Felt Hopeless. He Looked At Me And I Was Ashamed Of Myself. It Was Like Sliding Down An Endless Hole, Seeing Myself At The Bottom, Dirty, Ragged, Poor, Stupid.

Two Or Three Things I Know For Sure, And One Of Them Is The Way You Can Both Hate And Love Something You Are Not Sure You Understand.

Beauty, My First Girlfriend Said To Me, Is That Inner Quality Often Associated With Great Amounts Of Leisure Time.

If I Could Have Found What I Needed At Thirteen, I Would Not Have Lost So Much Of My Life Chasing Vindication Or Death. Give Some Child, Some Thirteen-year Old, The Hope Of The Remade Life. Tell The Truth. Write The Story That You Were Always Afraid To Tell. I Swear To You There Is Magic In It.

Everything That Comes To Us Is A Blessing Or A Test. That’s All You Need To Know In This Life…just The Certainty That God’s Got His Eye On You, That He Knows What You Are Made Of, What You Need To Grow On. Why,questioning’s A Sin, It’s Pointless. He Will Show You Your Path In His Own Good Time. And Long As I Remember That, I’m Fine.