After 14 years of dieting, there are only two things I've never lost. Hope and weight.
My mother had always taught me to write about my feelings instead of sharing really personal things with others, so I spent many evenings writing in my diary, eating everything in the kitchen and waiting for Mr. Wrong to call.
I've found it's better to talk to the machine and hang up if I get the person.
In 1976 I wrote a lot about women trying to claim the right to work.
All mothers have intuition. The great ones have radar.
Allow yourself to graduate, every five years.