I know that I'm getting the real deal with my mom. I know that she's telling it like it is. She's proud of me when I've earned it and she's disappointed in me when I've earn that. She's really my spectrum on where I am as a person.

I had such a great mom and I know that I'd never be that mom. I wouldn't want to bring a child into this world unless I could be.

And I think women have come a very, very long way, but they have a long way to go.

That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?