Neither one of us had a job, because Mitt had enough of an investment from stock that we could sell off a little at a time.

I'd sit on a horse and forget I was even sick.

I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well, in the storybooks I read, there were never long, long, rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.

I think we recognize as Americans there are certain things that are just primary to the freedoms and liberties that we enjoy here and religious freedom is one of the most important things we as Americans cherish.

The secret to a happy marriage is a sense of humor, because marriage throws you curveballs. It is not easy.

Everywhere I go people come up to me, they mob me - anyone who has MS or has a relative with MS - they come up and hug and cry.

It's the moms who always have to work a little harder, to make everything right.