Hang the Moon

by Jeannette Walls

It’s when the boss asks you to do something you know to be wrong and you do it anyways. That sort of work whittles away at the soul.

People who’ve never gone without find it easy to pass judgment on those who’ve struggled.

You’ve got to be like this little bloodroot, Sallie. You got to push your way up through the cold and the dark. And if you won’t do it for yourself, do it for those of us who need you.

There are two kinds of brave people in this world, it hits me, those who fight and those who protect the ones who can’t fight.

Sometimes the so-called law is nothing but the haves telling the have-nots to stay in their place.

Obey the law and starve. Or break the law and eat.

SOME SAY THAT WHAT doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but that isn’t always so. Many a time, what doesn’t kill you leaves you broken and crippled, unable to fight the next fight, or sometimes it leaves a wound in your heart so deep and ugly that it never truly heals, leaves you bitter and angry, unable to forgive the world for its cruelty.