In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

Well I get my subject on Wednesday night I think it out carefully on Thursday and make my rough sketch on Friday morning I begin and stick to it all day with my nose well down on the block.

I remember being at school during morning meeting and looking around at everybody 350 kids saying a prayer. We're all very young and no one knows what it means and I remember feeling strange that people were just repeating words that they didn't understand. I refused to participate. For some reason I always rejected it but respectfully.

There are 435 members of Congress. There's one 'Morning Joe' show. Hopefully we can keep hammering the argument that you can disagree with other people and have debates but remain civil.

It was morning through the high window I saw the pure bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy as if it had special plans and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.

People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays men have to work and women to marry for money. It's a dreadfully unjust world.

I wanted to have a personal life that I fully inhabited not because I am such a great mom but for me.

I want to make my music and be a happy woman a good wife a good mom and one day hopefully have a child of my own.

My mom is painfully sweet she's from Nebraska.

Thankfully I have my mom and a small group of close friends who are there for me 24/7 and whom I can trust and depend on.