For me, I always wonder what's worse: an emotional betrayal or a physical betrayal? That's a really tough call.

Fourth of July. My birthday is July first, and my best friend's birthday is July fifth, so it's always been a favorite holiday. It's all about having a cooler full of sodas, hot dogs, and just hanging out and shooting off firecrackers, being low-key, watching the fireworks.

Gardening gloves are for sissies. I always have dirt under my nails.

I don't engage in social media, which has its good and bad sides, I guess - but the good side is when people hate my guts, I'm kind of oblivious to it.

I've named a couple things after Edgar Allan Poe: the cat, and my garden upstate, where I only planted black flowers and purple flowers - and there's a raven statue.

For me, I always wonder what's worse: an emotional betrayal or a physical betrayal? That's a really tough call.

Isn't Googling someone the first thing everyone does?! They meet someone new and Google them!