I Don't Mind A Dirty Girl. But

As The Sun Sets, We've All Had Those Nights Where You Question Your Choices And Where Your Life Is Going.

I Think Even In A Good Marriage, Especially If You Stay Together Long Enough, There Are Going To Be Events That Happen.

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

I Don't Really Cook. There Are Caterers, And My Husband Cooks.