My Parents Were Opera Singers And Voice

False Expectations Take Away Joy.

I Like Lists, I'm Controlling, I Like Order. I'm Difficult On Every Level.

I Can't Selfishly Take Journeys Anymore Because I Have To Take A Little Boy Along With Me.

Magic Exists If You Allow It. If You Open Yourself Up To It.

I Think Most Of Us Are Raised With Preconceived Notions Of The Choices We're Supposed To Make. We Waste So Much Time Making Decisions Based On Someone Else's Idea Of Our Happiness - What Will Make You A Good Citizen Or A Good Wife Or Daughter Or Actress. Nobody Says, 'just Be Happy - Go Be A Cobbler Or Go Live With Goats.'