A good home must be made, not bought. In the end, it's not track lighting or a sun room that brings light into a kitchen.

One of the sad realities of being a parent is that the same stuff you know is exciting, educational, and enriching in your child'slife is often messy, smelly and exhausting to deal with.

Growing up in the fifties and sixties, I can only remember knowing one child, ever, whose parents got a divorce, and hardly any whose mother "worked" at anything besides raising her children.

If I told you about all the stories I don't tell, I would be violating the very boundaries I set for myself.

When people ask what I write about, that's what I tell them: 'The drama of human relationships.' I'm not even close to running out of material.

Imagine if you succeeded in making the world perfect for your children what a shock the rest of life would be for them.

In the event of an oxygen shortage on airplanes, mothers of young children are always reminded to put on their own oxygen mask first, to better assist the children with theirs. The same tactic is necessary on terra firma. There's no way of sustaining our children if we don't first rescue ourselves. I don't call that selfish behavior. I call it love.