I just didn't believe I was like everybody else. I thought I was unique.
You can have rules at home that are different from the rest of the world's as long as you're not hurting anyone.
I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.
The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.
Touch my children and I will eat your hands off your freakin arms.
I kind of like that romantic image of being in a rocker with my family gathered around, all these generations in one room, listening intently to my stories.