It Was Not Death She Feared. It

The Spirit Of The Marriage Left The Bedroom And Took To Living In The Parlor.

Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice, Or Pot-likker, Of Human Living.

Women Forget All The Things They Don't Want To Remember, And Remember Everything They Don't Want To Forget.

If It Was So Honorable And Glorious To Be Black, Why Was It The Yellow-skinned People Among Us Had So Much Prestige?

You Got To Go There To Know There.