I don’t believe that walking in the rain will cause you to catch a cold, but you can tell a storm is coming when the leaves turn over.
I used to think that Alaska was an island because it is always shown on a map as disconnected and floating.
A woman’s body is her own, unless she is wearing the wrong clothes.
Your dryer doesn’t eat the socks, the dog does.
I don’t believe in our government, or Monsanto, or big banks, but we do have to eat, pay taxes, and put our money somewhere.
Children shouldn’t spend all day playing video games, unless they are learning to do what they love.
I believed a woman’s place was in the home, until I met my mother.
I don’t think ghosts are real, but does that then mean my loved ones in death didn’t go anywhere but in the ground?
I believe the world is flat. Nah, I’m lying. I believe in science.
I will always believe in equality.
I was once told that African American people have an extra ligament in their leg that makes them better sports players than the rest of us. Unbelievably, I believed that for a long time.
Sex is bad, very, very bad, unless you like it, then it’s worse than bad.
Irregardless is a word, it just doesn’t mean what you think it does.
I thought my father knew everything, until he died from lung cancer in the middle of a bankruptcy and home foreclosure. He also smoked two packs a day for 50 years and took out personal loans to invest in a company he didn’t own, trying to keep it afloat.
Beware of strangers, until you get to know them, then keep them at arm’s length.
I believed in love, until my heart was broken. Now I know that love is just a lot of hard work.
Darwin was right. Or was he?
I was raised without faith, therefore I believed nothing, until I changed my mind, then changed it back again.
We are all energy. We cannot be created or destroyed, but we can change.
Hot lemonade with whiskey and honey will cure almost anything. What it doesn’t cure, you won’t notice.
I thought I was weak until within the space of three years I first held my father’s hand, and then the hand of my mother, as I fed the doses of morphine that led to their last breaths.
Kindness fixes anything a hot lemonade can’t.