There is something so settled and stodgy about turning a great romance into next of kin on an emergency room form, and something so soothing and special, too.

There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.

I was doing the family grocery shopping accompanied by two children, an event I hope to see included in the Olympics in the near future.

being a parent is not transaction ... we do not get what we give. It is the ultimate pay-it-forward endeavor: we are good parents not so they will be loving enough to stay with us but so they will be strong enough to leave us.

All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.

America is a country that seems forever to be toddler or teenager, at those two stages of human development characterized by conflict between autonomy and security.

Parents have railed against shelters near schools, but no one has made any connection between the crazed consumerism of our kids and their elders' cold unconcern toward others. Maybe the homeless are not the only ones who need to spend time in these places to thaw out.