You've got to love yourself with all your short comings, and you've got to love the world no matter how bad it gets.

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.

...motherhood should be like driving a car -- you should have to pass a test before you can do it legally.

You've got to love yourself with all your short comings, and you've got to love the world no matter how bad it gets.

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.

The choices we make can have lasting consequences.

My father always told me that in this world we are going to make a truckload of mistakes, but the best mistake we can ever make is to err on the side of mercy