I thought it would bother the heck out of me, but I'd probably feel a little weird without it now. It didn't take that long to get adjusted.

It all starts with our defense.

My mother's very proud of the name she gave me. She thought it sounded rhythmically better. It doesn't really make a difference to me what people call me, but since my mother calls me Holly Marie when she's angry, I prefer just my first name.

I thought the Hall of Fame was for superstars, not just average players like me.

Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.