When Mama starts to move across a room, people pay attention. You can never be sure she's not going to grab you by the top of the head to steady herself. And she's pretty free with that walking stick, too.
When I got started again, I drove slower and felt smaller. I think it does us all good to get looked at like that now and then by a wild animal.
I'm tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I'm going camping.