I hold back parts of my life and experiences... I don't want to share anything just for the sake of sharing and exposing myself, but if something feels right and I feel inspired by the situations or moment I'll definitely share it. There are so many stories and experiences I have not shared, and I don't feel compelled to.

When anything huge happens to me, I always think, this isn't my moment, this is a moment.

Life can very genuinely and realistically pile things on. It doesn't dole out the heartache and pain, or joy, perfectly.

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.

It was a free-for-all with music when I was growing up. My mother was a huge music fanatic so I was listening to everything from country to heavy metal to Indigo Girls to Elton John. I guess when I was really young I didn't like Willie Nelson, and she obviously loved him. Now I do too, I'm so thankful to her for playing his music nonstop.

I think my brain just has a natural way of going to what would be the most insane thing, the least likely option.

I was talking and playing pranks and skipping school, failing pretty much every class I took.