I was brought up by a single mom in a poor town in Arkansas and while some aspects of small-town life were really positive - like the fact that everyone there is really sweet and hospitable - there is also this close-minded mentality, and that naturally made me want to rebel.

My mother told me Homer Ditto was not my father. Nope. Mom had had a fling with some other guy who was my dad. Some dude who didn't stick around too long who Mom was happy to get rid of. She chose Homer, and Homer chose me, so he lent me his name even though I didn't have his blood.

If my Dad doesn't like you, you will know. My Mom is just too innocent to ever lie. She doesn't even cuss.

I have a chaperone everywhere I go - my mom.

Something my mom taught me when I was little is that everything happens for a reason.

There is nothing I love more than my role as a mom.

I look up to my mom. She's a beautiful woman.

My mom, she wasn't like a baseball mother who knew everything about the game. She just wanted me to be happy with what I was doing.

I feel like I've lived quite a sheltered life, like my mom and dad were quite protective of me.

I bought a house for my mom, I bought a house for my dad, I bought a house for my sister.