My whole life story is kind of a backhanded compliment.
With two kids it's hard to find down time to write so I often write during their nap time.
I feel like the second child feels like they have to do everything faster.
It would be pretty funny to see a Beverly Hills white girl with mad rap skills.
It was, you know, probably 80 degrees out in L.A., and my dad took me outside and there was snow. At the time, I thought, 'Every kid doesn't have snow in their backyard on Christmas?'
With friends, if you keep making an effort to reach out and you keep getting hurt, you eventually stop trying. But it's much harder to give up on family. Somewhere deep down you want it to work so badly that you keep making the same mistake over and over again.