I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night.

Maybe age is kinder to us than we think. With my bad eyes, I can't see how bad I look, and with my rotten memory, I have a good excuse for getting out of a lot of stuff.

Sometimes I can't figure designers out. It's as if they flunked human anatomy.

The family. We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms. . . and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.

Explain to me how he [her son] can ride a bicycle, run, play ball, set up a camp, swing, fight a war, swim and race for eight hours ... and has to be driven to the garbage can.

Never have more children than you have car windows.

Family life got better and we got our car back - as soon as we put 'I love Mom' on the license plate.