There is strength in numbers.

As a young girl, I was much more preoccupied by my flaws. Everyone teased me because of my long, skinny neck. To hide my so-called deformity, I was wearing a turtleneck when I was 3! Yet my neck is probably my best asset. At the end of the day, what counts is the entire package.

There is strength in numbers.

There's a lot that I haven't put up there since my husband passed away because then it would be grief everyday. I have to fight within myself at times and ask, 'how do I go through the grief and find a light, even a glimmer of it?'

The child must come first above all else. And pace yourself every day. There is quite a lot you will have to give up.

I vowed to myself when I got married that I would cook every night. I find it very therapeutic.

Every generation and every group brings the door into other things.