I think that there's part of me that feels like maybe I should have been more social.

When our bed is made, it's covered in 40 pillows-like we're stockpiling ammo for the global pillow fight.

It's a balancing act of you feel horrible that you're away but there is something about the road that is rather liberating.

Faith is something that's - it's hard to articulate. It's - there's - it's not based on logic.

Bacon bits are like the fairy dust of the food community.

Babies and toddlers are mostly what I've been exposed to at this point. I'm hoping parenting just gets much easier after this. It does, right?

Boutique hotels are great, but they get too cute. Some hotels have shoe polish. It's like, come on, this isn't 1960. No one's polishing their shoes.