I'm Good At Picking Friends.

There Are Two Types Of People: The Ones Who Give You 50 Reasons It Can't Be Done ... And The Ones Who Just Do It.

I Can't Remember A Time When My Mom Didn't Work. She Has Forever Been On The Move: A Go-getter. When My Brother Adel And I Had A Paper Route As Kids, My Mom Would Get Up Before Us At The Crack Of Dawn To Drop Off The Washington Post At Different Corners.

I Don't Want To Be 'the Girl With Cancer' ... I Just Didn't Want That To Be My Only Thing. But It Is Part Of Me. And It's A Big Part Of Me.

From Time To Time, I'll Look Back Through The Personal Journals I've Scribbled In Throughout My Life, The Keepers Of My Raw Thoughts And Emotions. The Words Poured Forth After My Dad Died, When I Went Through A Divorce, And After I Was Diagnosed With Breast Cancer. There Are So Many What-ifs Scribbled On Those Pages.

I Try To Live In A Little Bit Of My Own Joy And Not Let People Steal It Or Take It.