There are good days and there are bad days, and this is one of them.

Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.

Night after night I could feel the chills go up and down my spine, they played so well.

Boys, if you don't stick together, how do you expect me to follow you-ah?

Many times I wondered if I were truly carrying out God's plan for my life.

I always worried I'd forget my lines or say the wrong words or the audience would laugh in the wrong places.

One thing all stage mothers share is an overpowering ambition for their daughters.