It's hard to believe that you're really here, so I just pretend that you're not here.

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.

I need to go outside. I wouldn't say I'm an outdoors person, but I like to go outside.

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

A lot of the songs start with an image. I was sitting there playing the guitar and I pictured this old, dirty green car, with the window rolled down, in the hot, hot, hot Texas heat, and this beautiful woman I knew when I was a kid sitting behind the wheel, looking out at me.

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

My grandmother was the greatest cook in the world. She could just go in there, the whole kitchen would look like a tornado hit it and then she'd come out with the best food. Then she'd sit at the table and she wouldn't eat!