My father established our relationship when I was seven years old. He looked at me and said, “You know, I brought you in this world, and I can take you out. And it don't make no difference to me, I'll make another one look just like you.

You can not make everybody happy.

We're not raising children with the love that we need to.

I love it when mothers get so mad they can't remember your name. "Come here, Roy, er, Rupert, er, Rutabaga... what is your name, boy? And don't lie to me, because you live here, and I'll find out who you are."

In my old neighborhood, a boy stopped playing when he began to lose his pulse. And then he became the referee.

Have you ever had a cookie? Then you won't get any here either.

Parenting needs to come to the forefront.