But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was I could not remain ignorant of their import.
The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human...
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
I had my boy in Boston on Easter Sunday. That kills me from a sports perspective. He's a Boston baby and I'm a New York guy.
