No baby shall at any time be quartered in a house where there are no soft laps, no laughter, or no love.

It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.

I firmly believe kids don't want your understanding. They want your trust, your compassion, your blinding love and your car keys, but you try to understand them and you're in big trouble.

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

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.

Written on her tombstone: "I told you I was sick.

My sister and I never engaged in sibling rivalry. Our parents weren't that crazy about either one of us.