When something is bothering me, I write a song that tells my feelings.
I won all the blue ribbons for canning at the state fair.
Sometimes they work, and sometimes they just won't. Sometimes you get hung up on them. When that happens, you just throw it back, and maybe come back to it two or three weeks later.
Really, I don't know what I'd do with myself if I retire. Wash dishes?
I know what it's like to be pregnant and nervous and poor.
The night I announced I was getting married, Daddy paced for hours on the porch.