When I was younger, I was always described as happy-go-lucky.

I remember my son wanted to go to bed with his cowboy boots on, and we had this fight for like an hour. Then I realized that the only good reason I had for him not to do it is because I didn't want him to. There was really no other reason. And finally I said, "OK, fine." It was a great victory for me, because I realized it doesn't really matter.

When prescribing one of the drugs I take, my doctor warned me of a common side effect: exaggerated, intensely vivid dreams. To be honest, I've never really noticed the difference. I've always dreamt big.

If you fixate on the worst-case scenario and it actually happens, you’ve lived it twice.

I discovered that I was part of a Parkinson's community with similar experiences and similar questions that I'd been dealing with alone.

The least amount of judging we can do, the better off we are.

One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but cannot be taken away unless it is surrendered.