My son would walk to the refrigerator-freezer and fling both doors open and stand there until the hairs in his nose iced up. After surveying $200 worth of food in varying shapes and forms, he would declare loudly, 'There's nothing to eat!'

I lost everything in the post-natal depression.

Parenting is a negative thing. Keep your children from killing themselves, or anyone else, and hope for the best.

Last year I gave seventy-four phone hours to soliciting baked goods for the Bake-A-Rama. I was named Top Call Girl by the League.

Some of the best fiction writers got their start writing airline menus.

. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute - look at it and really see it - live it - and never give it back.

Do you know what you call those who use towels and never wash them, eat meals and never do the dishes, sit in rooms they never clean, and are entertained till they drop? If you have just answered, 'A house guest,' you're wrong because I have just described my kids.