I'm a talker. I love a good debate.

My sister is Korean and my parents adopted her about three years before I was born and that is how I grew up.

Smoking sucks! The one thing I would say to my kid is, ‘It’s not just that it’s bad for you. Do you want to spend the rest of your life fighting a stupid addiction to a stupid thing that doesn’t even really give you a good buzz?'

So much about living life, to me, is about humility and gratitude. And I've tried very hard to have those qualities and be that person and I'm just so disappointed in myself that I allowed it to slip.

A lot of children don't find forever homes because they're on that special-needs list, even if it's because of something as simple as her mother smoked cigarettes for a month, not knowing she was pregnant.

I have my moments, but generally speaking I shy away from being too lovey dovey.

I don't want to be the person digging my own grave.