There's Nothing I Hate More Than Nothing.

I'll Protect Myself By Making Up All This Crazy Stuff. It'll Be Like A Little Shell. Like An Easter Egg Shell That's All Decorated.

My Son Writes Songs And Plays. He Sings Like An Angel.

I Hope I'm Better Today Than I Was Yesterday. I Don't Believe In Glory Days Or Anything Like That, So I Think The Best Is Tomorrow Or Later This Afternoon!

When I Look At My Kids, And The Ease With Which They Pick Up Music, I Wish I Had That.

Becoming A Mom Made Me More Contentious About Expressing My True Taste.