Quotes from Julia Scheeres

Life may not be fair, but when you have someone to believe in, life can be managed, and sometimes, even miraculous.

It took him a while to figure out that gaining an audience was not the same thing as gaining friends.

This here is: JESUS LAND

If anything, the people who moved to Jonestown should be remembered as noble idealists. They wanted to create a better, more equitable, society. They wanted their kids to be free of violence and racism. They rejected sexist gender roles. They believed in a dream. How terribly they were betrayed.

Mother's got romantic notions about toiling the land - or mostly, about her children toiling the land. And with fifteen acres, there's always something that needs toiling with.

Seems we can never just be brother and sister like in other families. Our whole lives, people have felt an urge to make up special names for what we are. at Lafayette Christian, we were the 'Oreo twins' or 'Kimberly and Arnold' after the characters on Diff'rent Strokes. And while those nicknames bugged us, they were certainly preferable to what they call us at Harrison

Life may not be fair, but when you have someone to believe in, life can be managed, and sometimes, even miraculous.

So we are drawn to graveyards, where we can be close to the dead and ponder their fate as well as our own.

As a memoirist, it's your job to impose order and meaning on the chaos of life.

The first time it happened, I laid there marveling at the beauty of it, wondering why God would forbid such bliss when He makes us endure so much misery.

It was 1970, and America was scarred by racial violence. Civil rights leaders had been gunned down in the streets, and communities across the nation were smarting from race riots. My parents' own state, Indiana, had once been a stronghold of the Ku Klux Klan, and was still a haven for backwater bigots.

It's just after three o'clock when we hit County Road 50. The temperature has swelled past ninety and the sun scorches our backs as we swerve our bikes around pools of bubbling tar.

So much for the famous 'Hoosier hospitality.' When we moved to our new house, no one stopped by with strawberry rhubarb pie or warm wishes. Our neighbors must have taken one look at David and Jerome and locked their doors - and minds - against us

Neither of us uttered a word about what happened. We never do. But I can't smudge it from my mind. The farm boys' sneering red faces. The runt shaking the fence. The brown lump of spit tobacco. The anguish in David's eyes. They don't know the first thing about us; they just hate us because we're black

As we paint each other's nails Cinnamon Vixen, I consider telling her how bad things are at home. After she and Dan and Laura left for college, everything got worse. Mother's mood swings, Dad's violence, the name-calling at school.

Many readers say they also feel like outcasts in their hometowns, oppressed by religionists, racists, homophobes, or other pea-brained busybodies. The advice I give them is this: If you feel like a misfit in the place where you were born, move somewhere else. I did. I now reside in the most progressive town in the country—Berkeley, California.

The Program had taught me, but perhaps they'll read them here: —To believe in people over dogmas. —To not turn the other cheek, but to master and subvert the rules of the game. —To strive to find small joys even in the bleakest of circumstances.

They changed the subject before I could tell them the other important lessons The Program had taught me, but perhaps they'll read them here: —To believe in people over dogmas. —To not turn the other cheek, but to master and subvert the rules of the game. —To strive to find small joys even in the bleakest of circumstances.