It was time to pull my moral socks up and behave myself.

I'll show up at every classroom open house and teacher conference,' she said, now in a voice that was almost frightening in its intensity. 'I'll bake brownies. My child will have new clothes. Her shoes will fit. She'll get her shots, and she'll get her braces. We'll start a college fund next week. I'll tell her I love her every damn day.' If that wasn't a great plan for being a good mother, I couldn't imagine what a better one could be

I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.

The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I’ll never be an average woman.

Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.

I said the first thing that came into my head unfortunately. "Save the drama for your mama " I told her just like an eleven-year-old.

I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.