The night I announced I was getting married, Daddy paced for hours on the porch.

I loved being outside. We'd hold lightning bugs in our fingers and pretend they were diamond rings.

The night I announced I was getting married, Daddy paced for hours on the porch.

We still lend our old house out to relatives. They keep a guest book for my fans to sign.

Daddy was real gentle with kids. That's why I expected so much out of marriage, figuring that all men should be steady and pleasant.

We used to go around tipping outhouses over, or turning over corn shocks on Halloween. Anything to be mean.

The country is making a big mistake not teaching kids to cook and raise a garden and build fires.