Folk Tales of the Tribes of Africa.

My aunt, or whoever it was, who brought me from the South, would have killed me, because she didn't like anything like that. The only thing she liked was a concert pianist. Which is marvelous; I wish I'd studied piano.

Range Rover Saved Me from Injury

I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.

I never identified with anybody. I have always been very sensitive about my color, because everybody called me 'yellow gal.' I was caught in between both sides - nobody wanted me. I love that my audience is there, but I always feel as though I have to fend for myself.

The public has become my fairy godmother.