![]() ![]() When Siddalee and Vivi Walker, an utterly original mother-daughter team, get into a savage fight over a New York Times article that refers to Vivi as a "tap-dancing child abuser," the fall-out is felt from Louisiana to New York to Seattle. For one fleeting, luminous moment, Sidda Walker knows there has never been a time she has not been loved. Tenderness flows down from the moon and up from the earth. Sidda stands in the moonlight and lets the Blessed Mother love every hair on her six-year-old head. She waves down at Sidda like she has just spotted an old buddy. ![]() She kicks her splendid legs like the moon is her swing and the sky, her front porch. In the crook of the crescent moon sits the Holy Lady, with strong muscles and a merciful heart. Near a huge, live oak tree on the edge of her father's cotton fields, Sidda looks up into the sky. ![]() She walks barefoot into the humid night, moonlight on her freckled shoulders. Sidda is a girl again in the hot heart of Louisiana, the bayou world of Catholic saints and voodoo queens. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood ![]()
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