It's a tricky time because people are going after the wrong people, too. There's a misplaced rage and aggression, that as a person in a public position you almost feel like you have to be perfect now when you express yourself. It feels almost unfortunate.

So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.

Friends are readily disappointed by the size of my closet. And I thought it was big!

I don't believe in email. I'm an old-fashioned girl. I prefer calling and hanging up.

People go to casinos for the same reason they go on blind dates - hoping to hit the jackpot. But mostly, you just wind up broke or alone in a bar.

I strangely feel better before I go through hair and makeup. Maybe that's just because I feel like me.

People should dress the way they want. Any rules for age or shape are silly. If you walk out the door feeling good about yourself, that’s what counts.