The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
I was seventeen, very old, embarrassingly young,
I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.
We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.
Having courage does not mean that we are unafraid. Having courage and showing courage means we face our fears.
You are too good a woman to think small.
Avarice cripples virtue and lies in ambush for honesty. My
This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.
Stand up straight and realize who you are, that you tower over your circumstances. You are a child of God. Stand up straight.
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
First we became friendly, then we became sister friends. When she finally told me I was her daughter, I knew I had found home. Sitting