I'm not really an impersonator.
Motherhood . . . is an act of infinite optimism.
Dreams are like paper, they tear so easily.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
I would say that Lucy, 'I Love Lucy,' she was my idol.
Adopted kids are such a pain - you have to teach them how to look like you.