Everything that`s written about me has such a negative taint. It just has a life of its own, like an avalanche, and I don`t think there`s anything I can do to stop it.

Most of the books call Her a He, but I am able to ascertain what is meant, despite that semantic error.

I have a fierce eating disorder that has survived even bariatric surgery. I got even fatter after that! Hey, maybe fat people are just trying to get closer to others, did anybody ever that of that?!

I know how to do anything, I'm a mom.

There is no scarier chasm of darkness than the human mind.

I avoided reality for most of my life. But once you deal with it, it's kind of cool.

Excuse the mess but we live here.