I opened the good book this morning and read Rev start to finish, and ironically it helped me feel a lot more peaceful.
Growing up in a Christian household I was given the foundation of Scripture, but fell away from that when my mom died of alcohol addiction when I was 21. I was mad at God, to be honest, because friends, even my own brother, who battled serious addiction around me got into recovery, and yet my mom, who was only 39, lost her fight from this disease - leaving behind five children and a torrent of devastating loss with her early departure. I was angry, sad, and basically just started living as if I didn't need to feel accountable to my faith. It was there, but fading, and I allowed that.
When I became a mother for the first time it was on the anniversary of my mom's passing, exactly three years later, and on that day I felt God come through me - so to speak - when in my arms laid my brand new baby girl. It was a blessing to take the worst day of my life and make it the ...

Went to an illegal backyard dinner last night. Illegal fun (including tequila) was had by consenting adults. Please don’t report us.

No live show today as I wanted to give my guys a four day weekend with MLK Day on Monday.

Anyone got good weekend plans?

This might be the greatest correction of all time.

Good work there, CNN...