I want to visit Memory Lane, I don't want to live there.

If the Richter scale could measure human calamities, the loss of a child would register a ten.

We need old friends to help us grow old and new friends to help us stay young.

If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct.

The risk for a woman who considers her helpless children her "job" is that the children's growth toward self-sufficiency may be experienced as a refutation of the mother's indispensability, and she may unconsciously sabotage their growth as a result.

A family stitched together with love seldom unravels.

When men are oppressed, it's a tragedy. When women are oppressed, it's tradition.