“There is no quick fix. At the end of the day, you still have to do the work to maintain your weight. It can’t be a diet. You have to change your life.”

To me, there is no difference between ‘natural’ and ‘adopted.’ .

In the pregnancy process I have come to realize how much of the burden is on the female partner. She’s got a construction zone going on in her belly.

I was just thrilled to get the gig to begin with. Ten years later to still have it is not only thrilling but also somewhat of a puzzlement.

I have been blessed with working with the best in the business.

I was the oldest of six, and three of my siblings were adopted.

Watching the scenes out of New Orleans, if you turn down the sound it could be the Sudan or any Third World country. But it’s not. it’s the United States of America.

Mom and Dad even took in foster children. ‘There are no limits to how much you can love,’ Dad always said.

If I was having a bad day, eating was like self-medicating. But if you abuse food, you still have to use that substance that you abuse every day.

My first college roommate greeted me with a shocked silence followed by, ‘So. . .you’re black.

I don’t make plans, because life is short and unpredictable – much like the weather!

You don’t have to try to impress your kids. If they’re not getting what they need from you, they will let you know.

We already had an adopted daughter, 10-year-old Courtney, from my previous marriage.

My own childhood showed me that when it comes to loving your kids, concepts like that don’t apply.

Exercising is what I need for my metabolism and for a better sense of well-being.

I couldn’t wait for Courtney to come to the hospital so I could have all my women together.

They wrapped her up like a baby burrito to show to Mom. Here were a mother and her daughter and I love them both so much.

And as Maui did I would use everything in my power to slow down the sun if it meant longer days to love you.

Turning pain into poetry turns rainy days into rainbows and raw dirt into meadows.

i want to tell you that miss you but the day you turned your back on me was the day vowed to myself you are never allowed the privilege to the depths of my heart again

My days are a series of “I wish you were here” moments – All my roads lead to you.

How will we know its forever? We will spend our days together laughing, and never check the time.

I wonder if one day I will ever feel as though I am not hard to love.

Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime. Teach a man to cycle and he will realize fishing is stupid and boring.

In public affairs men are often better pleased that the truth, though known to everybody, should be wrapped up under a decent cover than if it were exposed in open daylight to the eyes of all the world.