I have always felt that too much time was given before the birth, which is spent learning things like how to breathe in and out with your husband (I had my baby when they gave you a shot in the hip and you didn't wake up until the kid was ready to start school), and not enough time given to how to mother after the baby is born.

I don't know when pepper mills in a restaurant got to be right behind frankincense and myrrh in prominence. It used to be in a little jar that sat next to the salt on the table and everyone passed it around, sneezed, and it was no big deal.

I was too old for a paper route, too young for Social Security and too tired for an affair.

A child develops individuality long before he develops taste.

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed.

What does it profit a 78-year-old woman to sit around the pool in a bikini if she cannot feed herself?

Just think of all those women on the Titanic who said, 'No thank you' to desert that night. And for what?!