It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have...One pair that see through closed doors. Another in the back of her head...and, of course, the ones in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and reflect 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word.

Bombeck's Rug Rule: an ugly carpet will last for ever.

You become about as exciting as your food blender. The kids come in, look you in the eye, and ask if anybody's home.

What we're really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving?

I am not a glutton - I am an explorer of food

It takes an uncommon amount of guts to put your dreams on the line.

The term 'working mother' is redundant.