Everything's coming up roses - for me.

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.

A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.

I have nothing against turkey. We eat turkey for Thanksgiving in my house.

Something I didn't even know was on my bucket list has been achieved. I have cooked Thanksgiving dinner with Martha Stewart. I vow to follow the gospel of her teachings and do my very best in the remarkably less glamorous kitchen of my own home... without the luxury of magically appearing prep bowls filled by a staff of sous chefs.

Thanksgiving is nothing but a toast to genocide.

My whole problem is that all of my favorite things at Thanksgiving are the starches and everyone is trying to go low-carb this year even a green vegetable has carbs in it.

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.

I know. I'm lazy. But I made myself a New Years resolution that I would write myself something really special. Which means I have 'til December right?

To have the kind of year you want to have something has to happen that you can't explain why it happened. Something has to happen that you can't coach.