“We might stay here the rest of our lives with the sky slammed shut, but mauma had found the part of herself that refused to bow and scrape, and once you find that, you got trouble breathing on your neck.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“gon be hard from here on, Handful. Since that day a year past, I’d got myself a friend in Miss Sarah and found how to read and write, but it’d been a heartless road like mauma said, and I didn’t… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
