A. Be kind to yourself. (My mom says it to me all the time, possibly because she knows I need permission.)
A. I'm sitting on the couch with my laptop, my husband is beside me watching hockey, and my kids are sleeping peacefully in their beds. Add a pound of dark chocolate and that's heaven.
A. I'd be my husband, because then I'd still be us, but I wouldn't have to be me. It's complicated.
A. I wish I could dance. I'm really bad. Trust me, I'm not just being modest.
A. Sorry folks, this is going to be long, but I love all genres of music (except that New Age crap they play on NPR on Saturday night, because clearly that is not music) so I have to make multiple lists. Classical: Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 1, Mozart Requiem, Bach Chaconne, Borodin String Quartet No. 2, Sibelius Violin Concerto. Next list--Songs I sing with my kids: O Canada, America the Beautiful, anything by Anne Murray or Sharon, Lois & Bram. (Incidentally, number one artist requested by my kids that I refuse to play or sing: Lady Gaga.) Last list--Songs that make me smile and turn up the volume: King of New Orleans by Better Than Ezra, The Only Exception by The Paramores, Rolling in the Deep by Adele, Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne (don't judge me), I Want it That Way by Backstreet Boys (I said don't judge me). I could go on with the lists, but instead I think I'll end with the number one song most likely to make me punch somebody in the face: Crimson and Clover by I don't know who and I refuse to google it.