The story of a mother's life: Trapped between a scream and a hug.
Men should come with instruction booklets.
Each of us wages a private battle each day between the grand fantasies we have for ourselves and what actually happens.
Food, love, career, and mothers, the four major guilt groups.
One day, in 1982, for 15 minutes, my hair was perfect.
Now I'm searching for a slightly overweight, single, childless woman who doesn't have a date and isn't too depressing to be around. It's getting harder to find a girlfriend than a boyfriend.