We wondered why when a child laughed, he belonged to Daddy, and when he had a sagging diaper that smelled like a landfill, 'He wants his mother.'

. . . 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.

We even switched to a newly-formed church across the town that gave one hundred and twenty trading stamps each time we attended. (We now worship a brown and white chicken with a sunburst on its chest.)

There is so much to teach, and the time goes so fast.

It's frightening to wake up one morning and discover that while you were asleep you went out of style.

Never go to your high school reunion pregnant or they will think that is all you have done since you graduated.

For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.