Some readers tell me, 'We always treated our maid like she was a member of the family.' You know, that's interesting, but I wonder what your maid's perspective was on that.

He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face, that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret.

The day your child says she hates you, and every child will go through the phase, it kicks like a foot in the stomach.

It seems like at some point you'd run out of awful.

I'd cry, if only I had the time to do it.

With other people, Hilly hands out lies like the Presbyterians hand out guilt, but it's our own silent agreement, this strict honesty, perhaps the one thing that has kept us friends

That's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keeps things going.