Humour has always been a self-defence mechanism for me.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

People say, 'I love my wrinkles.' I don't love my wrinkles - come on!

I was Hannah Montana's mother ... Where did I go wrong?

What does good in bed mean to me? When I'm sick and I stay home from school propped up with lots of pillows watching TV and my mom brings me soup - that's good in bed.

Someone said adversity builds character, but someone else said adversity reveals character. Im pleasantly surprised with my resilience. I persevere, and not just blindly. I take the best, get rid of the rest, and move on, realizing that you can make a choice to take the good.

It's okay to be successful and it's also okay to be happy with your success even though it might not be easy.