I think I'm going to have to live vicariously through my daughter's rebellion because I certainly never did go through adolescence.

The truth is, I like my body more when it's thinner. I have a range of jeans, and I'm happier in the smaller ones. But I don't have the same drive to get into those jeans. I'm not going to change my day to get there, whereas I used to.

Humour has always been a self-defence mechanism for me.

The very damaging, frightening part of postpartum is the lack of perspective and the lack of priority and understanding what is really important.

What does good in bed mean to me? When I'm sick and I stay home from school propped up with lots of pillows watching TV and my mom brings me soup - that's good in bed.