I didn't fight my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian.

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

Some say our national pastime is baseball. Not me. It's gossip.

I have always felt that too much time was given before the birth, which is spent learning things like how to breathe in and out with your husband (I had my baby when they gave you a shot in the hip and you didn't wake up until the kid was ready to start school), and not enough time given to how to mother after the baby is born.

One never realizes how different a husband and wife can be until they begin to pack for a trip.

What does it profit a 78-year-old woman to sit around the pool in a bikini if she cannot feed herself?

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.