It is difficult to single out one sport over another, but if I have to name one in my separation suit, it will undoubtedly be football.

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.

I remember thinking how often we look, but never see ... we listen, but never hear ... we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.

Everyone is guilty at one time or another of throwing out questions that beg to be ignored, but mothers seem to have a market on the supply. "Do you want a spanking or do you want to go to bed?" Don't you want to save some of the pizza for your brother?" Wasn't there any change?

I have seen my kid struggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle.

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

As a child, my number one best friend was the librarian in my grade school. I actually believed all those books belonged to her.