I used to sing at funeral homes for families that didn't have a vocalist. I didn't get paid. I needed to sing.

Completeness? Happiness? These words don't come close to describing my emotions. There truly is nothing I can say to capture what motherhood means to me, particularly given my medical history.

Long tresses down to the floor can be beautiful, but learn to love what you have.

My father worked on assembly lines in Detroit while I was growing up. Every day, I watched him do what he needed to do to support the family. But he told me, 'Life is short. Do what you want to do.'

I used to sing at funeral homes for families that didn't have a vocalist. I didn't get paid. I needed to sing.

I need my career. That's what validates me.

You leave home to seek your fortune and, when you get it, you go home and share it with your family.