Sometimes when things you love get really commercial, you end up feeling betrayed by it.

My life comes down to three moments: the death of my father, meeting my husband, and the birth of my daughter. Everything I did previous to that just doesn't seem to add up to very much.

They love a brown rice stir-fry, but they also love their 'Coke of the week'...My daughter gravitates toward fresh fruit and raw nuts but will inhale a bag of hot Cheetos at the airport. It's all about balance.

There have been countless times where I've worked out with my kids crawling around all over the place. You just make it work.

I used to say to my dad, 'How did you and Mom stay married for all this time?' and he'd say, 'Two things. Number one: You gotta have the same dreams. One person can't be daydreaming about walking down the street in Paris, the other person want to work in a coal mine. Number two: We never wanted to get divorced at the same time.'

I'm sort of getting into the idea of nourishing your inner aspect and doing that by investing in your family and making a meal and creating time together.

On daughter Apple's accent: She says Mummy instead of Mommy, I don't mind that. I will if she starts saying basil and pasta the English way, as that really drives me nuts.