Mom Was A Smoker. My

Ignorance And Bloodlust Have A Long Tradition In The United States, Especially In The Red States.

When I Came Home For The Summer After My First Year Of College, I Told My Mother That My Best Friend And I Were Driving To California. She Laughed Out Loud - 2,000 Miles In A What? Well, My Best Friend Had An Old Chevy. What Could Go Wrong?

Fascination With Horses Predated Every Other Single Thing I Knew. Before I Was A Mother, Before I Was A Writer, Before I Knew The Facts Of Life, Before I Was A Schoolgirl, Before I Learned To Read, I Wanted A Horse.

Everything Is Toxic. That's The Point. You Can't Avoid Toxins. Thinking You Can Is Just Another Symptom Of The Toxic Overload Stage.

I Say, When Your Hair Turns Gray And Your Children Think They Know Who You Are, Do The Thing That Shakes Up Who You Think You Are, Even Who You Had Prided Yourself On Being. When All Those Around You Say They Simply Don't Recognize You Any Longer, That's The Real Compliment.