Sometimes she imagines being a temple herself, so holy that no one dares to come close. Those are the days when she can hold her head up high. Because people are afraid of her power.

I even had to become a pastor to become a feminist. Before I started working, I honestly told people: No, I am not a feminist.

Today is not only Bold Woman’s Sunday. It’s also the last day of Black History Month.

I didn't care about Mary for many years. She was the epitome of an inflated ideal of a mother. The always-smiling-never-in-a-bad-mood-never-complaining-mom. What could she possibly mean to me?

After the last couple of days, I feel like I have an idea of what it is like to wait. Mostly impatiently. After the last 8 months, I feel like I have an idea of what it is like to wait. In the beginning extremely impatiently.