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.

The term 'working mother' is redundant.

When you leave them in the morning, they stick their nose in the door crack and stand there like a portrait until you turn the key eight hours later.

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.

The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

Who in their infinite wisdom decreed that Little League uniforms be white? Certainly not a mother.

Motherhood is the second oldest profession in the world. It never questions age, height, religious preference, health, political affiliation, citizenship, morality, ethnic background, marital status, economic level, convenience, or previous experience.