When The Mothers Start To Shatter, Then

I'm The Thing That Fundamentalist Christians Cringe Over.

I Like Butter And The People Who Like Butter.

I've Got Enough Guilt To Start My Own Religion.

I'm A Classic Emerald Green Sixties Jaguar That Nobody Can Own, But My Husband Is Allowed To Drive.

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.