You wouldn't believe that I still have the bikers with the caps to the side at my door, ringing the doorbell.

On the third day in India, I realized people were not suffering as much as I thought.

I believe in prayer and in strong belief.

You wouldn't believe that I still have the bikers with the caps to the side at my door, ringing the doorbell.

I heard stories from my mother's mother who was an American Indian. She was spiritual, although she did not go to church, but she had the hum. She used to tell me stories of the rivers.

My parents separated when I was younger

When my parents went off to Knoxville to work, I lived with my father's mother. She was strict - the kind who starched and ironed dresses. I had to sit more than I played. Oh, I was miserable. I liked being out with the animals. I'd come in the house with my hair pulled out, sash off the dress, dirty as heck. I was always getting spanked.