For years, my husband and I have advocated separate vacations. But the kids keep finding us.

House guests should be regarded as perishables: Leave them out too long and they go bad.

If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?

I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will go on overload and blow up.

Let me put it this way. According to my girth, I should be a ninety-foot redwood.

It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have...One pair that see through closed doors. Another in the back of her head...and, of course, the ones in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and reflect 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word.

If I raised my hand to wipe the hair out of my children's eyes, they'd flinch and call their attorney.