I feel that between my experience and my mother's, breast cancer is a little bit like someone who lives next door. I know what that person looks like and what their daily habits are.
I've always been wary of marriage.
I never felt like there was an unconscious part of me around that woke up or that came out of the closet; there wasn't a struggle, there wasn't an attempt to suppress.
I've seen wonderful stay-at-home moms and moms who could use a little improving.
I love spicy food.
The recognition factor is so much higher when I'm a redhead, so when I'm a blonde I can pass under the radar a lot more easily.