When I was growing up in New Jersey my mom would regularly take my sister and I into the city to see shows. I have many fond memories of standing in the half-price ticket line in Times Square and going to matinees.

My mom played the recorder. But not having electricity we had minimal exposure to music. As I got a little older we had Walkmans and things that were battery-powered but it would have been nice to be growing up in the iPod era. A tape only has six songs on a side.

I could never have pictured myself writing a book when I was 25 years old. My mom was an English teacher but I wasn't that way growing up.

My mom didn't let me play video games growing up so now I do. Gaming gives me a chance to just let go blow somebody up and fight somebody from another dimension. It's all escapism.

My mom was a ventriloquist and she always was throwing her voice. For ten years I thought the dog was telling me to kill my father.

Growing up my whole life my mom was telling me how incredible and special I was and that I was going to change the world. I think it's important for girls to know that they can change the world that they do have an impact.

If you would ask my mom what books I liked growing up I liked Dr. Seuss.

Growing up my ideals were Barbra Streisand Cher and my mom.

I wish my mother had left me something about how she felt growing up. I wish my grandmother had done the same. I wanted my girls to know me.

I hate this fast growing tendency to chain men to machines in big factories and deprive them of all joy in their efforts - the plan will lead to cheap men and cheap products.

What's with you men? Would hair stop growing on your chest if you asked directions somewhere?

The logic is often far-fetched - how does medical marijuana affect interstate commerce? - and some conservatives would like judges to start throwing out federal laws wholesale on commerce clause grounds. The court once again said no thanks.

Growing up my dolls were doctors and on secret missions. I had Barbie Goes Rambo.

In response to our fast-food culture a 'slow food' movement appeared. Out of hurried parenthood a move toward slow parenting could be growing. With vital government supports for state-of-the-art public child care and paid parental leave maybe we would be ready to try slow love and marriage.

My parents had an arranged marriage as did so many other people when I was growing up. My father came and had a life in the United States one way and my mother had a different one and I was very aware of those things. I continue to wonder about it and I will continue to write about it.

Have you ever heard of a good marriage growing in front of the cameras?

True love doesn't happen right away it's an ever-growing process. It develops after you've gone through many ups and downs when you've suffered together cried together laughed together.