I know people sometimes have this fantasy about Cornwall. But the Cornish are so grounded.

Sometimes you have to do what you don't like to get to where you want to be.

I realized that what was most important to me was following my own path, and not the one laid down for me by others.

Standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, and I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song.

I'm trying not to move, it's just your ghost passing through

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

My father was a preacher in Maryland and we had crab feasts - with corn on the cob, but no beer, being Methodist - outside on the church lawn.