I Don't Cook, But I Would Love

I Like The Pace Of My World. It's Busy, But For Me, The Less I Do The Lazier I Get.

If It Weren't For My Breast Cancer, I Wouldn't Be A 'today' Host. After I Got Better, I Talked To My Boss About Working On The Show. Six Months Before, I'd Have Been Terrified To Go In There And Ask For What I Wanted. But After What I'd Been Through, How Could I Be Scared Of Being Told No?

I'm A Disorganized Mess. My Purse Is Gross: I Once Found A Shoulder Pad, String Cheese, And A Christmas Ornament In It!

From Time To Time, I'll Look Back Through The Personal Journals I've Scribbled In Throughout My Life, The Keepers Of My Raw Thoughts And Emotions. The Words Poured Forth After My Dad Died, When I Went Through A Divorce, And After I Was Diagnosed With Breast Cancer. There Are So Many What-ifs Scribbled On Those Pages.

When My Shoes Are Killing Me, I Take A Maxi Pad And Put It In The Bottom Of My Shoe. It Is Better Than Any Dr. Scholl's Insert. That Fashion Tip Has Saved Me Through Some Long Nights.