I cannot forget my mother. [S]he is my bridge. When I needed to get across, she steadied herself long enough for me to run across safely.
Renita J. Weems (1993). “I Asked for Intimacy: Stories of Blessings, Betrayals, and Birthings”, Innisfree Press
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