Remember, you can lead a fifty-seven-year-old body to motherhood, but you can't make it stay awake.

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night.

To my way of thinking, the American family started to decline when parents began to communicate with their children.

I remember thinking how often we look, but never see ... we listen, but never hear ... we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.

A grandparent will accept your calls from anywhere, collect.

Mother's words of wisdom: Answer me! Don't talk with food in your mouth!