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.

This is what I want in heaven... words to become notes and conversations to be symphonies.

I want to know what the difference between the essence of a man and woman is.

I regret not having had more time with my kids when they were growing up.

I believe in prayer and in strong belief.

What's love got to do with it?

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.