For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.

I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.

My sister and I never engaged in sibling rivalry. Our parents weren't that crazy about either one of us.

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'.

I just clipped 2 articles from a current magazine. One is a diet guaranteed to drop 5 pounds off my body in a weekend. The other is a recipe for a 6 minute pecan pie.

Pregnancy is the only time in a woman's life she can help God work a miracle.

I have just come up with a wonderful solution to end all wars. Let me give directions on how to get there.