I had a kind of anger inside of me that made me want to prove myself
all the time. I constantly got into fights and usually ended up in the
principal's office. My mother had her hands full with my sister and me.
And yet those years taught me to be independent. I once thought that to
be "normal" -- to have a mother, father, 2.7 kids and a dog -- was to
be happy. I learned pretty quickly that wasn't my "thing" at all. (on
her troubled childhood)