I Love The Honesty Of New Yorkers.

Realizing That The Majority Of Kids That Get Molested Feel That It Is Their Fault, Along With Shame, Those Kids Have No Idea What To Say Or Do To Try To Report Anything, And Add That With The Lack Of Education, It Is A Complete Recipe For Disaster That Leads To Non-reporting Of Molestation.

I Think It's Harder To Forgive Ourselves For Mistakes That We Made Because We Keep Dwelling On It. We Want To Know How It Affects Other People, If They Liked Us For It, If They Didn't Like Us. I Think We Stress Over It, We Replay It In Our Mind. It Becomes An Old Tape That Years Later We Continue To Play It In Our Mind.

As The Oldest I Was A Daddys Girl And Loved Him With All My Heart. My Daddy Had Holes In His Shoes So That He Could Pay For My Photography Classes, You Know What I Mean.

When I First Started Wearing Wigs, I Didn't Know You Had To Anchor Them Down With Bobby Pins. I Walked Out During A Windy Day And My Wig Blew Off And Got Stuck To A Branch. I Was Walking While My Wig Was Hanging! If That's Not The Most Embarrassing Thing... But You Have To Use Bobby Pins.

I Burn A Lot Of Stuff. My Son, Bless His Heart, Eats It Anyway. But He Makes A Face!