Pastoral Resources

Now I have children of my own. They ask their mother what will I be. Will I be handsome, will I be rich?

I have many memories of waking up to eat breakfast that my mother carefully prepared for us and her saying, what do y'all want for lunch, and as we're eating lunch, what do y'all want for dinner? It's always about the next meal.

I had to get in touch with the source, I had to go back into my abandonment issues with my mother, I had to go into issues with my father I hadn't even looked at before.

My little sister Aliana's opinions are the most important to me. She says, 'I want to look like you, you're so pretty!' But she is very beautiful and so she is trouble in the making! She wants to do what I do. I'm like her second mother and I am very protective of her.

For Astrid, no matter what challenges they go through, they are going to face each other. It's hard for a daughter to accept that her mother is that selfish and that terrible.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

I didn't have parents, so I lived in people's homes... And because I grew up with no parental role models, I learned to become my own friend, eventually my own father and my own mother.

I never grew up with a mother's hand - that's why I will forever be insecure, I think, in that primal way.

I said 'Brian, no one is going to respect me as a mother after this.' He said, 'oh no, yes they will, this is a movie, don't worry about it.' But they're not.

For support, I fall back on my heart. Has a man any fault a woman cannot weave with and try to change into something better, if the god her man prays to is a mother holding a baby?

This is the man my mother lived for. My career means something now because I've worked with Robert Redford.

There's always someone asking you to underline one piece of yourself - whether it's Black, woman, mother, dyke, teacher, etc. - because that's the piece that they need to key in to. They want to dismiss everything else.

When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.

I still went to church regularly every Sunday; that is we all went there together. I reverenced the family pew where we had assembled for so many years; and apart from that reason I hold it dear because it is associated in my memory with my mother.

I'm ultimately a widow and a single mother, who's not even getting to be a mother right now. I am so alone, it's freaky.

My parents were both from extremely different backgrounds. My father's Italian, my mother was of Swedish descent. They're both first-generation Americans.

You know, that's the only good thing about divorce; you get to sleep with your mother.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

My mother was a phoenix who always expected to rise from the ashes of her latest disaster. She loved being Judy Garland.

My mother should have been Jewish. She could have taught a class on how to induce guilt.