I keep waiting, like in the cartoons, for an anvil to drop on my head.

When I feel like I'm not doing what I am supposed to as a mother, I will torture myself. I don't know how to deal with it. I find some consolation in the fact that all mommies feel it. If there was a way to cure mommy guilt, I would bottle it and be a bazillionaire.

After I quote unquote came out as a Republican, one of my dearest gay friends said to me, 'You've got to go on a T.V. show and tell everyone you like gay people.' I was like, 'Why?' He was like, 'Because you're a Republican.' I was like, 'I'm sorry who's stereotyping who?'

I was not the most attractive child. I had two really big buck teeth. I was horrendous - long, lanky and gangly.

My biggest insecurity is that my personality is too much, and as I get older, it's just getting bigger.

Here's kind of my motto - if you're not happy at home, you're not happy anywhere else.