My money goes to my agent, then to my accountant and from him to the tax man.
As part of my relationship with my wife and my daughter, and we share everything and talk about everything.
Maybe my songs are my partner. How 'bout that? Yeah, the biggest relationship I have is with my songs.
I'm working on my relationship with my mother and father, but my upbringing has been very destructive.
My singing is my hobby. It's me and my brother. We just enjoy writing music.
My music and my fan base is really built off of my lifestyle.
I had always loved to write and my mom was my editor for my school papers.
My marriage to my husband, Bart Conner in 1996 is my proudest personal moment.
You will be my first, will definitively be my last, perpetually my everything.
My eyes aren't special, my nose isn't special, my mouth isn't special.
Acting is my career and activism is my passionate hobby. But acting is my livelihood.
I didn't want to lose my subjectivity and my objectivity about my work.
I was all about my thoughts, my work, my inspiration. I was always in hair.
So what do you do when you are stuck? The first thing I do when I am stuck is pray. But I’m not talking about a quick, Help me Lord, Sunday’s a comin’ prayer. When I get stuck I get up from my desk to head for my closet. Literally. If I‘m at ...
He finds his way up the side of my neck, biting me just a little, moving lightly back and forth, like he's searching for a special spot. When he finds it, I make small sound I've never heard myself make before, like a gasp. He traces his tongue in sl...
Mom is my best friend not because she is my mom, but because- She is the one who understand me without my saying, She is the one who can read my eyes, she is the one who can read my painful heart, She is the one who can give love without any return, ...
How are you feeling?" I leaned away from him. "Gross." Aiden frowned. "Gross?" "I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face in days. Don't come near me." He laughed. "Alex, come on." "Seriously, I'm gross." I put my hand over my mouth. Ignoring my p...
Your wonderful mind has a matching body,” I heard Eyuran whispering into my ear through a thick veil of bliss, and found myself laying on my side, my spouse behind me, his hot palm slowly caressing my thigh, up and down. “So it’s good to give y...
He tasted like summertime - of wicked thunderstorms, fresh clover, and wild honeysuckle - and I had the sensation of falling, my stomach tumbling over and over again until calm finally reached in, rooting deep and stretching out to encompass everythi...
He flashed the warmest smile I'd ever seen, and my heart felt comforted. Maybe D.J. saw my insecurities, my fears. Maybe he knew God still had a lot of work to do in my life before I'd be good girlfriend material. Or maybe, just maybe, he saw beyond ...
