"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
“We are engaging in the highest form of hypocrisy if we puff our chests and look down our noses at slave traders and German soldiers and sit quietly and impotent while children are slaughtered in the wombs of their mommies."
