There's an expression: Great is the enemy of the good. Sometimes in trying to be great, you make a mess of things.

I read books more than I go out.

My husband is very funny and his humor has gotten us through a lot. He's good at defusing me.

I count myself lucky to be fairly anonymous but occasionally have people tell me nice things.

I always come across sounding like I hate my children. I actually love them very much.

Children are like crazy, drunken small people in your house.

I just can't seem to make myself care about what I look like when I am working out.