Back In The 70s And 80s, Women

Every Day After School, For Three Hours A Day, I Would Sell Those Pralines On The Street Corner. I Was Just Eight Years Old. I'd Bring The Money Home To My Parents And Say, "this Is Just The Beginning."

I Have Loved Deeply. I Have Lost Intensely. I Will Never Love Again. I Get That Love By People Who Care For Me.

Even Though My Work Is Whimsical. I Have A Very Serious Job. I Cry More Than I Laugh.

When I Talk To Kids Who Are Overweight, I See My Face On Their Bodies.

When I Go To Bed At Night, I Ask God To Give Me Another Day; I Ask Him To Keep Me Strong And Make Me A Good Teacher And To Keep Spreading This Right Word.