It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.

. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute - look at it and really see it - live it - and never give it back.

In Russia, as I sat there day after day wearing headphones, listening to the interpreter struggle to make our words relevant, I wondered if we could establish meaningful rapport with a nation that had never seen raisins dance in dark glasses on TV...never had a garage sale.

There is one thing I have never taught my body how to do and that is to figure out at 6 A.M. what it wants to eat at 6 P.M.

God created man, but I could do better.

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.

Never order food in excess of your body weight.