No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.

After age twelve, birthdays should be as private as hernia surgery.

In Russia, as I sat there day after day wearing headphones, listening to the interpreter struggle to make our words relevant, I wondered if we could establish meaningful rapport with a nation that had never seen raisins dance in dark glasses on TV...never had a garage sale.

If I had my life to live over I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

My son did not show signs of a money deficiency until he opened his small fist in the nursery and found it was empty.

When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home.

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.