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.

The bad times I can handle. It's the good times that drive me crazy. When is the other shoe going going to drop?

My sister and I never engaged in sibling rivalry. Our parents weren't that crazy about either one of us.

There would have been more 'I love you's' and more, 'I'm sorry's'.

I was a closet pacifier advocate. So were most of my friends. Unknown to our mothers, we owned thirty or forty of those little suckers that were placed strategically around the house so a cry could be silenced in less than thirty seconds. Even though bottles were boiled, rooms disinfected, and germs fought one on one, no one seemed to care where the pacifier had been.

If I raised my hand to wipe the hair out of my children's eyes, they'd flinch and call their attorney.

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