I went to school at this log school house. A white woman was my teacher, I do not remember her name. My father had to pay her one dollar a month for me. Us kids that went to school did not have desks, we used slates and set on the hued down logs for seats.
A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.
I have to be in a relationship in order to be intimate. I'm not the one-night-stand kind of girl. Despite the rumors.

