Most women put off entertaining until the kids are grown.

The fact was I didn't want to look my age, but I didn't want to act the age I wanted to look either. I also wanted to grow old enough to understand that sentence.

After age twelve, birthdays should be as private as hernia surgery.

If compliments were food, I'd have starved to death 28 years ago.

If I had my life to live over I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

Those magazine dieting stories always have the testimonial of a woman who wore a dress that could slipcover New Jersey in one photo and thirty days later looked like a well-dressed thermometer.

There is one thing I have never taught my body how to do and that is to figure out at 6 A.M. what it wants to eat at 6 P.M.