Depression runs in my family on both sides, and I have to be wary.

Mama sewed the rags together, sewing every piece with love. She made my coat of many colors that I was proud of.

With the first money I ever made I bought my Mommy and Daddy a car, and helped them fix their house up.

My mother was always fascinated with the fact that I could rhyme so much stuff.

Less is not more. More is more.

It's almost like being trapped in some other form. The real me is so different from the way I look on the outside.

I've been very fortunate.