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 would rather receive a Pap smear from Captain Hook than venture out on New Year's Eve.

No, it's not a 'corpse thing.' I feel I lack the emotional capacity to deal with those in mourning.

Really? If I could hate my trainer? That would be ideal. I'd prefer to despise this person with the fire of ten thousand suns. So when I walk - nay, crawl - out of here at the end of my workouts, I want to lull myself to sleep by picturing my very talented and inspirational trainer getting hit by a bus. A bus that I am driving.

Fortunately, all it takes for us to be of one mind is some buttercream frosting.

I never sleep on the plane. I have to be awake and using my mind power to keep it in the air