Every year August lashes out in volcanic fury rising with the din of morning traffic its great metallic wings smashing against the ground heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.
I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.
'Survivor' wouldn't have happened had I not gone out there and helped CBS to...
I heard my name associated with the Peter Pan syndrome more than once. But...
If you want to be certain you should never get married. You should never...
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
