Show me the story. I just want to tell a story that pulls me forward.

I remember the old joke, while women are deciding which schools the kids go to, where you're going to live, how the money's going to be spent, and where your health care is coming from, the men are out standing around the barbecue solving all the big world problems. So I think this is a well known fact and we're not breaking any new ground here.

If I could have one prayer answered, I would pray for patience. I move so fast sometimes. I try to slow down.

Never say never, but the thought of electively cutting oneself is beyond my grasp, and I also object to it politically. Denying the lines on our faces makes a comment about age and wisdom I don't care to make.

I am one of the happiest people I know. And that's a weird place to have arrived at from being a depressed Jewish kid.

The older you get, the more you've done.

There's a small club of women who are willing to age.