There are few things in this world more satisfying than having your son teach you how to play tennis, unless it is having a semi-truck run over your foot.

My mother phones daily to ask, "Did you just try to reach me?" When I reply no, she adds, "So, if you're not too busy, call me while I'm still alive," . . . and hangs up.

When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they're finished, I climb out.

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

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.

Adults can take a simple holiday for Children and screw it up. What began as a presentation of simple gifts to delight and surprise children around the Christmas tree has culminated in a woman unwrapping six shrimp forks from her dog, who drew her name.

I lost everything in the post-natal depression.