My mother used to fight with me. She said, 'If you don't work, how will you eat?' I never refused my mother.

This is hard work. But that was dirty work. I used to feel sick, nauseous. I used to vomit all the time.

I suspect if I go to my houses to sell, they'll say the scavenger woman has come.

You can't tell how heavy somebody else's load is just from looking. The Lord doesn't give us more than we can carry

Being the mother of a victim, I see the emotional scars that's deep inside that will never go away.

For me, the summer will be pure gray -- mother-of-pearl gray, very pale gray. To me, this is the big statement for summer. Then we have light blue, light turquoise, lots of pink.