Hope Doesn't Mean Anything. ... Action's The

Amazing, Yetta Thought. Back Home I Couldn't Have Chosen My Own Husband. And Here I'm Thinking About Choosing Presidents, Governors, Mayors, Laws.

I Loved To Read When I Was A Kid, And As Soon As I Realized That An Actual Person Got To Make Up The Books I Loved So Much, I Decided That That Was The Job For Me.

I Don't Know What You Two Are Up To," Hobart Said. "but You Be Careful Now, You Hear? Don't Do Anything I Wouldn't Do." "well Now, That Doesn't Restrict Us Very Much, Does It?" Mark Teased Back.

There's Something About Each Of My Books That I'm Really Proud Of, And There's Something About Each Of My Books That I Cringe Over.

Unlike My Mother, My Father Does Not Cry Quietly. His Wails Roll Out Like A Wave Of Pain, And I Scramble To Roll Up My Window. My Mother Cannot Hear That. I Cannot Bear To Hear It Myself. I Am Not Used To My Father's Crying. I've Had No Time To Harden My Heart Against Him.