Boys Are Cute, But Food Is Cuter

I Remember Driving To North Carolina When I Was A Little Girl In A Snowstorm To Get Down To My Mom's Family In The Carolinas. There Were Chains On The Car - It Was The Late Sixties - And We Were Just Singing In The Car. Christmas Carols.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

I Think Even In A Good Marriage, Especially If You Stay Together Long Enough, There Are Going To Be Events That Happen.

My Brother Was A Fantastic Cheerleader For My Development As A Musician. He Was Almost 10 Years Older Than Me And Would Really Push Me To Develop As A Songwriter.

The Pop World Has Really Opened Its Doors.