She fails to see who I am, even, for her eyes do not, will not, take me in. Instead they transmit a powerful message. She is like a billboard flashing, starkly: ‘Keep Out’.

I was a very lonely child and it’s funny but the first word that comes to my head is “starved”. I felt starved of affection, starved of love and I felt that it wasn’t OK to ask for it. Maybe there was a sense that if I deserved it, it would be there. There must be something I’d done which meant I didn’t deserve it.

I had told him in the beginning, 'You take care of my girl.' I wish he would've taken care of her a little better than this. I thought he loved her.

A lot of stress, lots of that. Sleepless nights, the waiting is the hardest.

We just transferred all the phones this morning, (and) we are inundated with calls right now.

We don't know how fast they are disappearing, but we know they are going fast.

We have had patience with the sewer, but this really is ridiculous. When it snows, we're not the first to get our road cleared. When the lights go off, we're not the first to get them back on. But when you see houses getting built with God knows how many bathrooms in them, and you only live five miles away, that's a little disheartening.

There is a great deal of potential in this boat,

Basically, we're asking for monetary contributions right now.

We're having as much difficulty reaching (the disaster areas) as anyone, but we have eight trained people down there and several of our trucks are on their way with relief supplies.