There is a danger of changing too much in the search for perfection.
When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.
I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval or disapproval that means anything.
I have one pug and one Czechoslovakian dog called Prazsky krysarik.
I must be allowed to be as I am.
My life contains so many other things; I have my children, my grandchildren, my two dogs and a big place in the country. I have my own life.