There Is No Teacher More Discriminating Or

We Children Sat Transfixed Before That Moon Our Mother Had Called Forth From The Waters. When The Moon Had Reached Its Deepest Silver, My Sister, Savannah, Though Only Three, Cried Aloud To Our Mother, To Luke And Me, To The River And The Moon, "oh, Mama, Do It Again!" And I Had My Earliest Memory.

One Can Learn Anything, Anything At All, I Thought, If Provided By A Gifted And Passionate Teacher.

The Children Of Warriors In Our Country Learn The Grace And Caution That Come From A Permanent Sense Of Estrangement.

The Only Word For Goodness Is Goodness, And It Is Not Enough.

The Fruit Tasted Foreign But Indigenous, Like Sunlight A Tree Had Changed Through Patience.