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I Think It's Harder To Forgive Ourselves For Mistakes That We Made Because We Keep Dwelling On It. We Want To Know How It Affects Other People, If They Liked Us For It, If They Didn't Like Us. I Think We Stress Over It, We Replay It In Our Mind. It Becomes An Old Tape That Years Later We Continue To Play It In Our Mind.

For My First Wedding, I Cried All The Way Down The Aisle. My Fake Eyelash Came Off. My Nose Was Red. My Eyes Were Swollen. I'm Not One Of Those Pretty Criers.

My Husband, Sal, And I Put Date Nights On The Calendar Once A Week. I Know That Doesn't Sound Romantic, But Otherwise It Won't Get Done.

I've Always Been A Strong Believer That You Were Born With The Hair You've Got, But Have The Ability To Get The Hair You Want.

My Grandmother Taught Me That Accomplishments Meant Less Than What You Left Behind. I Started To Ask Myself What Impact My Comedy Would Have On People's Lives. And That Changed My Act. I Got Cleaner. I Stopped Talking About Generic Stuff Like Airplane Peanuts And Started Speaking The Truth About My Gift.