A Bombshell’s constant struggle is living up to her God given potential while also battling in her mind the difference between her expectations and the world’s expectations.

Because I started investing in wiserrelationships, I am now an absurdly wealthy woman—if blessings, fulfillment & joy are measured as wealth.

Most people like to talk about themselves, so get them going and you’ll make new friends quickly!

By not stepping into your greatness, you are letting down everyone around you whom you can inspire, touch, or influence.

I always say that my success has been three parts support and encouragement from my amazing network and one part piss and vinegar.

If you were stranded in the ocean in a small boat with a paddle, I’d tell you to pray to God, but row for the shore!

Determine how you are going to measure your success.

Remember, you are not aspiring for perfection, Bombshell. You are aspiring for progress, one step at a time.

Be sure to ask for help, and vent or brag on your progress along the way.

Do your best in the day, for the day, and then work on tomorrow when it comes. Show yourself grace and laugh at yourself.

Don’t be bothered with what you think other people expect of you when it comes to your raw talent.

We wonder with our thoughts to the heavens.

Do not grieve when something good ends, be glad that it happened.

My parents were dishonest people. If it was my birthday, I knew my mother took me to the K-Mart and she stole my toy. She'd put it in the shopping cart and we'd walk out. I was raised with that.

You get interviewed when you're out promoting something.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

A functional media is as important to democratic freedom as voting.

I feel guilty just sitting around when I know I can be doing something.

I am very much against weapons in space.

Long before I was a success, my parents made me feel like I could be one.

In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes; and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.