The times in my life when I've been my thinnest, I've been a walking psycho wreck. Forget the fact that I was basically starving myself; skinny was usually due to some kind of loss. Death. Rejection. Divorce.

What we wait around a lifetime for with one person, we can find in a moment with someone else.

I can trace every romance of my life back to a meal. My memories are enhanced by the tender morsels had at tables across from lovers, on blankets with friends who'd eventually become more, in banquets, barbecues, and breakfasts.

Tell the truth, or someone will tell it for you.

I've been strong and determined all my life about many things I've wanted.

The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.