I come out of real life.

I've had to come to grips with a God that fits my own experience, which is, my God could not be offering protection and not have protected my boy.

I have a husband who adores me.

If I say something that ends up on the front page of Drudge, I haven't done it right.

The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered.

I certainly have a lot to lament, as do we all, everybody has their griefs. But the griefs we can fix, shouldn't we go around fixing them?

I love children, love spending time with them; I love getting things for them.