Sometimes just getting up in the morning and standing at the gate can bring the gate down.

I'll tell you something about tough times. They just about kill you, but if you decide to keep working at them, you'll find your way through.

Everyone needs fudge, Hildy. It's how God helps us cope.

It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine's Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year's Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in.

It takes a great cook to pull life truth from poultry.

And we learned that you don't have to be famous or rich or physically healthy to be a leader. You just have to try to be a true person. We learned that helping other people brings out the good in everybody.

Teenagers are like bees at night, I think. We don't like waking up and we don't always get with the program immediately, but once we figure out our mission, we'll see it through.