I've always been intrigued with the variety of answers this generation will give their children who ask, "Where did I come from, Mommy?" They will range from "Number 176 vial in Buffalo, New York," to "You were defrosted."

There is only one thing harder in this world than forgiving. It's to ask forgiveness armed only with, 'I'm sorry'.

I hated skiing or any other sport where there was an ambulance waiting at the bottom of the hill.

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

Have you any idea how many children it takes to turn off one light in the kitchen Three. It takes one to say What light and two more to say I didn't turn it on.

When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they're finished, I climb out.

What we're really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving?