I’m not sure anyone – and I could be wrong in this – grows up thinking, I want to be a single mom.

If you go from a structure where you have the support and that partner and that construction of a family and that’s broken apart, I think that’s probably a lot harder than always being a single mom and having the father being a support in another area.

But now I have a child, and it’s the best thing in the world.

I’m not one of those people who thinks they simply deserve success. I have the drive to work.

There’s nothing like a good pair of heels.

I’m raising a child, and it’s public. The media creates these dramas, and that’s not what’s happening in my life.

My son has two loving parents and an extended family, whether it’s cousins or stepmothers or boyfriends. My son is surrounded by love.

When you’re suddenly pregnant and no one is standing by your side, even if you’re in your 30s, it’s a hard conversation. I’m a traditional girl, and I believe in marriage, and I just always thought that’s the way I’d be doing this.

All of a sudden, you have this newborn you have no training for. It’s frightening.

There’s not a second I regret having a child on my own.