A. Here's what I put in my high school yearbook, and I do believe it's what I'd still put today: Walk slowly; all you can ever come to is yourself.
A. Lying on the couch while my children bake me delicacies, clean the house, and write small songs of praise in my honor.
A. I'm kind.
A. To fly, using just my arms. Fly, fly, fly! Sometimes, when I dream, I'm swooping up and over mountain after mountain. How I would love to do that for real.