My mother never gave up one me. I messed up in school so much they were sending me home, but my mother sent me right back.

My mother used to tell me man gives the award, God gives the reward. I don't need another plaque.

When I was a child I thought I saw an angel. It had wings and kinda looked like my sister. I opened the door so some light could come into the room, and it sort of faded away. My mother said it was probably my Guardian Angel.

For example, when my mother died, the people who showed up just to put an apron on to cook, people who really do the right thing, so to speak, as my momma would always say to show that they care, a sense of community that we've lost so much in our country.

As the mother of two daughters, I have great respect for women. And I don't ever want to lose that.

I felt my mother about the place. I don't think she haunts me, but I wouldn't put it past her.

I keep seeing myself in my daughter, and I see my mother in me and in her. Bloody hell.

I always loved my mother, felt loved, but she was judgmental. Her father in Ireland didn't approve of women generally, and she took on his values. She believed her own mother was foolish.

Being a mother adds another emotional dimension, a feel for children that I didn't have before I had one. They were a pain before.

I got nothing. I got my shoes and my pants. I'm staying with a friend. I stop by my mother's every once in a while to get my calls. I don't want to be anywhere anybody can find me.

Because my parents, growing up, they worked hard. Everyone in my family woke up early in the morning. I used to see my mother and my father go off to work, and come back and, no matter what, they had time for the kids.

In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.

To me, the black black woman is our essential mother, the blacker she is the more us she is and to see the hatred that is turned on her is enough to make me despair, almost entirely, of our future as a people.

Yes, Mother. I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me.

Country and western is the music of the devil. That's the real truth of the matter. My late Mother, bless her, loved country and western. God, I couldn't handle it.