in my love of nature and my delight in human beings,”

“My activism—cultural, political, spiritual—is rooted

DEAR GOD. DEAR STARS, DEAR TREES, DEAR SKY, DEAR PEOPLES. DEAR EVERYTHING. DEAR GOD.

Anybody else colored he try to call ’em auntie or something. First time he try that with Sofia she ast him which colored man his mama sister marry.

I’m so dense it still don’t penetrate.

Take off they pants, I say, and men look like frogs to me. No matter how you kiss ’em, as far as I’m concern, frogs is what they stay.

She laugh. But did I say it been easy? If I did, God would make me cut my own switch.

hard row to hoe whether she sick or well.

I love folks. Amen