When Something Is Bothering Me, I Write

My Biggest Hero, Gregory Peck, Was My Birthday Present On April 14, 1973. I Just Sat And Stared At Him.

I'm Always Making Butcher Holler Sound Like The Most Backward Part Of The United States-and I Think Maybe It Is.

I Know What It's Like To Be Pregnant And Nervous And Poor.

If I Had A Chance To Do Things Over Again, I Might Not Start Singing. It Was My Husband Doolittle's Idea. He Pushed Me Out There, The Booger. And I'm Out There Now, So I Might As Well Make The Best Of It.

Really, I Don't Know What I'd Do With Myself If I Retire. Wash Dishes?