After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.
You wouldn't believe how the town was named for me. I was met by the whole population, headed by the mayor.
I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?
Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.