I originate from a family where sauce is viewed as a refreshment.

It is my theory you can't get rid of fat. All you can do is move it around, like furniture.

Good kids are like sunsets. We take them for granted. Every evening they disappear. Most parents never imagine how hard they try to please us, and how miserable they feel when they think they have failed.

I lost everything in the post-natal depression.

I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will go on overload and blow up.

When they told me I needed a mastectomy, I thought of the thousands of luncheons and dinners I had attended where they slapped a name tag on my left bosom. I always smiled and said, 'Now, what shall we name the other one?' That would no longer be a problem.

I've always felt there are two things a woman should never do after the age of thirty-five: stand in natural light and have a baby.