The more I think about it, the more there is to be said for the sloth. He sleeps fifteen to eighteen hours a day and is known to have taken forty-eight days to travel four miles. He hangs in the trees after he's dead. But he lives longer than the cheetah.

I lost everything in the post-natal depression.

All of a sudden, I feel very old and very tired. Maybe when I get to California, the smog, brush fires, floods, and earthquakes will cheer me up.

People usually survive their illnesses, but the paper work eventually does them in. Filing a claim for insurance is terminal.

No baby shall at any time be quartered in a house where there are no soft laps, no laughter, or no love.

With all the precautions and risks that accompany sex today, it sounds about as much fun as walking through a minefield.

The term 'working mother' is redundant.