If I had lost a leg, I would tell them, instead of a boy, no one would ever ask me if I was 'over it'. They would ask me how I was doing learning to walk without my leg. I was learning to walk and to breathe and to live without Wade. And what I was learning is that it was never going to be the life I had before.

I took my son's name. I didn't take my husband's name.

My job as the mother of daughters is to make sure my children see that every opportunity is available to them.

It takes a lot of work to put together a marriage, to put together a family and a home.

The way campaign funds are distributed are all a matter of record.

I've had experiences that, you know, really couldn't be replaced.

Part of what I want to do is sort of reclaim my story - it belongs to me and to my children, who have to live with whoever their mother is.