[On her father's death:] I didn't know his leaving would hurt so much.

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.

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

Just think of all those women on the Titanic who said, 'No thank you' to desert that night. And for what?!

Most women put off entertaining until the kids are grown.

Friends are "annuals" that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family is a "perennial" that comes up year after year, enduring the droughts of absence and neglect. There's a place in the garden for both of them.

He who laughs.....lasts.