Every time we go by KFC, my kids ask me to honk and they yell 'Boo' out the window.

You can Google everyone now, you don't have to peek through a window or wait till she leaves her house. You can look at her Instagram, she's takes selfies, posting images of her body parts for everyone to see. She seeks followers and craves attention to define her self worth. It's a dead end addiction to fame.

My father is a great grandfather. He's a wonderful grandfather, but he's a terrible husband.

I don't wear sunscreen. I don't have a skincare program.

I'm a soccer mom. I'm T-ball, soccer, karate, homework, keeping them on their schedules. I love being the snack mom, when I get to bring the cut oranges. I have one of those coolers with wheels. I'm at every game, every practice, sitting on my blanket. I love it.

I am what I am and I'm a horrible liar. I can't do it. I'm just very candid.

Even as a kid, I read Jung - Reflections and Individuation In Fairy Tales; all the inner circle of Jung was a real huge thing for me.