Yet, I wondered why Marshall did not at least attempt a kiss. In many ways, his treatment of me reminded me of the way I had behaved toward the doll that Mamma Mae had given me as a child. I… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
What the color is, who the daddy be, who the mama is don’t mean nothin’. We family, carin’ for each other. Family make us… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
“...but like Mama say, sometimes we got to live it out before we learn.” — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
“Chil', there things in this world you don't know about yet. We your family, that never change. Even when you find a white boy and gets married, we still your family. Mama always your mama, Belle always your Belle." I stopped crying. "What about Papa and Ben?" I asked hopefully. "They watch out for you just like now. Abinia" -… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share
“What the color is, who the daddy be, who the mama is don't mean nothin'. We a family, carin' for each other. Family make… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
“You look at today, chil'. You say, 'Thank you, Lawd, for everythin' you gives me today.' Then you worries about the next day when… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
“We a family, carin' for each other. Family make us strong in times of trouble. We all stick together, help each other out. That… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
Yet, I wondered why Marshall did not at least attempt a kiss. In many ways, his treatment of me reminded me of the way… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
What advice do you have for writers working on their first novels?If you feel called to write a book, consider it a gift. Look… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
“Could I be your girl, too?" I asked quickly. The large, broad-shouldered man looked away before he answered. "Well, now," he said, as though… — Kathleen Grissom Copy Share Image
