I had a small friendship group of quilters called the Bag Ladies. After a guy joined, we changed it to Bag People.

They beat us, but we also beat them (earlier this season). I like to call us the hub of junior girls golf. I think the fact we have St. Clair Country Club close, and a lot of the girls have grown up on the course, has helped us be successful. There is tradition here, and we have to maintain that tradition.

I was red, white and blue before it was cool.

It's scary, very scary. It was loud. It was bad and they didn't even move. They're just sleeping. I can't believe it.

I'm sad often these days. My friends never ask what's wrong, but when they do I tell them I'm fine because I do not want them to worry about me. All I need would be a hug, affection, someone who's willing to listen.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.