There are people who put their dreams in a little box and say, 'Yes, I've got dreams, of course I've got dreams.' Then they put the box away and bring it out once in awhile to look in it, and yep, they're still there. These are great dreams, but they never even get out of the box. It takes an uncommon amount of guts to put your dreams on the line, to hold them up and say, 'How good or how bad am I?' That's where courage comes in.

There was a time when the respect and trust my children had for me would have made you sick to your stomach. They believed I could blow on a red traffic light and turn it green.

Cleaning the house while the children are home is like shoveling while it's still snowing.

I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.

If I had my life to live over I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

I'm going to stop punishing my children by saying, “Never mind! I'll do it myself.