Becoming a mom made me more contentious about expressing my true taste.
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.
What I am is what I am. Are you what you are - or what?
My son writes songs and plays. He sings like an angel.
When I look at my kids, and the ease with which they pick up music, I wish I had that.
Religion is a smile on a dog.