Good kids are like sunsets. We take them for granted.

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

Let us hope manufacturers can come up with a diaper that is environmentally sound. To go back to cloth would send us back to the day when breathing and raising a baby at the same time were incompatible.

When it comes to cooking, five years ago I felt guilty "just adding water." Now I want to bang the tube against the countertop and have a five-course meal pop out. If it comes with plastic silverware and a plate that self-destructs, all the better.

Grandparenthood is one of life's rewards for surviving your own children.

As a graduate of the Zsa Zsa Gabor School of Creative mathematics, I honestly do not know how old I am.

I am not a glutton - I am an explorer of food