Uniqueness was something my mother pounded into me.

I love raw cookie dough, right out of the tube. The other thing I eat is marshmallow fluff.

My head is filled with so much crap, or facts that I find important, but that some others don't.

Sure, I'm an optimistic, joyous person, but I'm also afraid and insecure.

I can't selfishly take journeys anymore because I have to take a little boy along with me.

Savor what you are and not what everyone else wants you to be.

I basically became a cheerleader because I had a very strict mom. That was my way of being a bad girl.