I can make dressing - or stuffing. Y'all call it stuffing up here, we call it dressing down there. It's really good dressing. That family recipe was passed on, and I love to make that.

There's nothing I hate more than nothing. Nothing keeps me up at night. I toss and turn over nothing. Nothing could cause a great big fight.

But who cares? I can honestly look back and realize that everything happened for a reason. Everything that fell apart has fallen back into place beautifully and magically.

When I look at my kids, and the ease with which they pick up music, I wish I had that.

Becoming a mom made me more contentious about expressing my true taste.

My son writes songs and plays. He sings like an angel.

But I really love music, and having a creative outlet is really the best thing you can do for yourself.