I am very much a creature of habit, and I have no life consistency. None.

You can’t get mad at a bear for being racist. You can’t get mad at a bear for being offensive. It’s not real.

I started teaching myself, taking a breath or a moment that's not overreacting or having an explosion. It made me such a better person. Let alone a better mother, but also just a better human.

Have a baby, and you realize: The second you think you got sh-t figured out, you don't. It's the greatest wake-up call.

Women innately have this weird thing where they try to have a perfect persona - to look perfect, be perfect, act perfect, have their kids look a certain way. Women put so much pressure on themselves.

I don't even have Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. Why would I ever want to be viral when I'm not even on the Internet?

I don't believe in perfection. I don't think it exists.