My mom does mine because I know I would go tweezer-crazy and wind up with no eyebrows at all.
Everybody thinks they have the answer to how to be a good parent. Here's mine: Everybody's gonna make mistakes.
In fifth grade, we had to write a story and read it in front of the class. When I read mine out, the class were just belly laughing. And I remember being like, 'This is the coolest!' So I want to dedicate my life to trying to make people laugh. I can't imagine doing anything else.
Truth be told, ginormous portions have become a pet peeve of mine.
My mother reads tarot cards, actually, but I won't let her read mine.
Everyone has areas they're not comfortable with, and mine are my bum, thighs, and legs.
The really good stand up comedians can be angry but relatable, and they have interestingly humanizing personalities. Their observational skills are far greater than mine, so I'll just stick to reading lines off a page.
It's a weakness of mine to forget what it is I've just been talking about so that when people make witty allusions to it, I stare at them open-mouthed, not knowing what they're talking about.
My mother and father were both much more remarkable than any story of mine can make them. They seem to me just mythically wonderful.
If some day you're struggling with math, and you think, 'I don't think I can do this,' you can - you actually can. Everybody has their hard days - I definitely had mine - and you get through them, and you learn from that stumble, and then you're onto the next problem.
I'm kind of surprised that so many of those other books were almost exactly like mine. They even follow the form. There were some books that even copied the stamp. It shows so little imagination.
I know it's fashionable to blame your childhood for everything nowadays - thank you, Freud. The thing is, though, I really don't feel scarred by mine. But perhaps if I'd been in therapy for 10 years, and you were able to read the records, you'd disagree.
