There are no dumb male questions. There are dumb males, but not dumb male questions.

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

My mother totally protected me as a model. She took me on every look-see, she was there on the set if I wanted her to be.

I just felt as though I would never be happy again, and as if I had fallen into a big black hole.

I've given myself a bit more of a break in that I can't say yes to everything. I have to prioritize, and obviously it starts with your children. But I used to be much later on the list. I've started putting myself within a safe distance from that first priority. You just have to remind yourself to not forget about your relationship and to not forget about yourself. And it's interesting, because I have a very fraught relationship with working out.

We've been taught, "Deny yourself pleasure." But moderation is harder because it requires really committing to balance. When I tell my trainer I had a glass of wine, he'll say, "Liquid bread!" And I'm like, "Ugh, but it was a nice one." It's a matter of checks and balances. And I finally found out how to set myself up to succeed. But I still need to commit to it. And everything gets exponentially harder the older you are. Fifty is a terrifying number for some people.

The very damaging, frightening part of postpartum is the lack of perspective and the lack of priority and understanding what is really important.