Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.

Any cat that misses a mouse pretends it was aiming for the dead leaf.

A dog desires affection more than its dinner. Well - almost.

With a sister, one can never fear that success will go to one's head.

People meeting for the first time suddenly relax if they find they both have cats. And plunge into anecdote.

In the welter of statistics about selected ethnic origins (singular or multiple) in the last census, one finding was often overlooked. Of the 25,309,330 people living in Canada in 1986, only 69,065 declared themselves as Canadians.

Small child once you were a hope, a dream. Now you are a reality. Changing all that is to come. A love to hold our hearts forever.