The reason I started officially learning to cook was because when I first got pregnant, I had to face the sad fact that I didn’t even know how to boil an egg.
I never really had a childhood. I was around adults all the time. My favorite book when I was eight was “Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex – But Were Afraid to Ask”. I was not afraid to ask.
I don’t even have voice mail or answering machines anymore. I hate the phone, and I don’t want to call anybody back. If I go to hell, it will be a small closet with a telephone in it, and I will be doomed and destined for eternity to return phone calls.
I think a breakup can be the beginning of a friendship. That’s not me trying to make everything OK – it’s me saying, “No, we love each other. Let’s not pretend we don’t.”
I think happiness is a choice. If you feel yourself being happy and can settle in to the life choices you make, then it’s great. It’s really, really great. I swear to God, happiness is the best makeup.
I understand there are inevitable things that we have to go through: heartbreak, family problems. I don’t feel like some Quixotic idiot who says, ‘We don’t have to feel pain.’ No! Let’s feel it, let’s make it work for ourselves. But I want us all to be able to get past it.
