My age makes all my wrinkles and gray hair make sense.

I can't imagine just dusting my pants off and going about my life like, "Phew! I sure made it through a tough spot, now where am I headed?" I feel more of an obligation to be helpful.

I didn't have an interest in school at all and was getting in trouble all the time.

It's not the child's responsibility to teach the parent who they are. It's the parent's responsibility to learn who the child is.

When I got sick, it threw everything off course.

The ideal length of time for sex to last is the entire relationship, breaking only for snacks.

I didn't just want to be the one who was always looking around at the weird family members. I wanted to make my mistakes.