I see children as kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're both breathless. They crash . . . you add a longer tail . . . you patch and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly.

Once you see the drivers in Indonesia you understand why religion plays such a part in their lives.

Housework can kill you if done right.

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

I'm on a diet as my skin doesn't fit me anymore.

My mother won't admit it, but I've always been a disappointment to her. Deep down inside, she'll never forgive herself for giving birth to a daughter who refuses to launder aluminium foil and use it over again.

Occasionally, once a speaker is on his feet, it is difficult to get him to sit down. ... If and when he returns to earth, he notices half of the room is paging the other half and a few are playing with the melted candles.