I'm generally intimidated by adults.

Let’s reserve judgment for people who beat their children, sell their daughters into prostitution, or deny women the right to make decisions about their bodies and their lives.

I came to parenting the way most of us do - knowing nothing and trying to learn everything.

I don’t want to say everything happens for a reason, but every day is lined up right next to the other one for a reason. The best you can do is do each day well with kindness and as a good person.

Auditions are hard. You should see what most of the women look like when I audition for things - they look like they should be on the catwalk.

When you're used to being prepared to reject conventional wisdom, it leaves you open to learn more.

I think neuroscience is obviously very esoteric, but I think there are aspects of it that can absolutely be brought down to the level of an interested 11-, 12-, 13-year-old easily.

I'm definitely on the spectrum of socially awkward.

I don't wear pants, or like them; I'm a Jewish woman who's made the decision to wear skirts, so I wear mostly skirts past the knee.

Relationships are complicated no matter what style of parenting you choose.

Attachment parenting is not a passive parenting style.

Why does it seem easier for us to accept reality when it is within the confinement of the animal kingdom yet so hard for us to face it in our?

Who is willing to suffer for a Savior they won't even trouble themselves to learn about?

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.

There's also a certain rhythm to the way Jews talk that might be funny.

The higher goal of spiritual living is not to amass a wealth of information, but to face sacred moments.

You wave your hands up to the sky, kick your legs to the side. Are you ready, let's do the Freddie.

My doctor told me I should get out of breath three times a week, so I took up smoking.

If the gospel be not preached, Jesus Christ is, as it were, buried.

Love me, and tell me so sometimes.