No One Diets on Thanksgiving.

No self-respecting mother would run out of intimidations on the eve of a major holiday.

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

Phone are wonderful instruments, but I wouldn't want our daughter to marry one.

It was a bitter moment for us. We weren't two mature parents. We were just two kids playing grown-up. We still needed Mommy and Daddy's permission, blessings, and money to survive.

I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will go on overload and blow up.

Kids are without a doubt the most suspicious diners in the world. They will eat mud (raw or baked) rocks, paste, crayons, ball-point pens, moving goldfish, cigarette butts, and cat food. Try to coax a little beef stew into their mouths and they look at you like a puppy when you stand over him with the Sunday paper rolled up.