I don't want to be rich and I don't want to be famous.
When I pass a flowering zucchini plant in a garden, my heart skips a beat.
One cold wintry day in London, I was dreaming about salad nicoise—one of my favorites.
If I'm lucky, I can do a facial once a month.
If I could just walk around and light the candles with my finger, that would be kind of cool.
To be a woman in your forties, I think it's a fantastic decade.