I sing my life. It's like I'm having group therapy 350 days a year, and the people who come to the show get that, and they're there for that - whether it's to be lifted up, or to be lifted out, or just entertained or inspired, or to feel not so alone.

Seems it's my destiny for love to cause me misery.

I have never really encountered anybody that was rude to me. Well, not to my face anyway.

I dedicate my love and whole heart this Memorial Day to my Dad, a soldier, who like many others, suffers in silence with pride and honor.

Sexy doesn't have to come with the price tag of being dumb.

I love the shows that are in dingy little dark clubs, smoky, no production whatsoever.

There are 50 new tabloids every year, and I'm in them, and I read them, and I do stupid things.