I Think Even In A Good Marriage,

I Remember Driving To North Carolina When I Was A Little Girl In A Snowstorm To Get Down To My Mom's Family In The Carolinas. There Were Chains On The Car - It Was The Late Sixties - And We Were Just Singing In The Car. Christmas Carols.

Got A Little Red Line That Tells You, Boy Where The Razor's Been.

Our Generation Has An Incredible Amount Of Realism, Yet At The Same Time It Loves To Complain And Not Really Change. Because, If It Does Change, Then It Won't Have Anything To Complain About.

When You Don't Have People In Your Life Pushing You, Can You Push Yourself?

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