As I examine my life through this book, I can't help but wonder if my mother was right. Maybe I really was what I ate. And maybe if she'd let me eat a little more sugar, I'd have come out sweeter.

Despite my best efforts, I'm not quite perfect. Let's just say I'm like one of those Hopi blankets where they leave a tiny flaw so as to not affront the Lord.

Writing is something that I've always loved. That stems from my love of being a reader.

The best thing about being 45 is not taking myself so seriously.

I never ever, ever say anything against my husband to anyone except my husband. Everyone gets in fights, and I think the natural propensity for women is, 'Oh I want to talk to someone.' But the minute you take what bothers you outside the bond between you and your husband, you let someone else into the relationship and that causes a wedge.

You know what it was like? It was like thinking I was heading to a surprise party and instead it was a surprise pap smear.

Maybe I've moved to the dark side, but it's clean and nice and we never run out of toilet paper.