I think I've found out who I am and what we've been looking for. We don't have to search for my identity anymore. This is it-we're doing it!

It seems that every time I stick my neck out, I get my foot into something else.

Jesus has been in my room. He has taken my hand and told me, No, Not now. I have other things for you to do.

You might say it was my return to the living that launched me as a singer. I was placed in an oxygen tent, and the doctors brought me back to life.

I wish to be put away in a western dress I designed, with my daughter's little gold cross necklace and my son's small white testament in my hands, and my wedding band on.

Mother would come and pick me up at work and take me wherever I could get a job. Mother didn't trust anybody with me. Usually we'd get home at 3 in the morning.

The final words of a domestic bully: If you leave me now furious angels will descend upon you and bring you back to me.