My mother was a pitbull.

God being all things is contrary unto nothing, out of which were made all things, and so nothing became something, and Omneity informed Nullity into essence.

After we corralled the last steer, we headed off to the chuck wagon for dinner.

But her belief in the fruits of that labor[…]means that she will gamely take whatever licks and praise might come with being in charge and trying to stay on the cutting edge.