I was passionate. I found something that I loved. I could be all alone in a big old skating rink and nobody could get near me and I didn't have to talk to anybody because of my shyness. It was great. I was in my fantasy world.
My mother stopped working when she had my brother. She was a full time mom...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
The thing about black history is that the truth is so much more complex than anything you could make up.