I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed,...

what are you thinking, Amy? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we ddone to each other? What will we do?

All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it’s so far beyond fine that you know you can never go...

I’m just tired of people judging me because I fit into a certain mold.