The medication, the hormones and the relentless frustrations of our lives make us bitchy and you're not allowed to be bitchy in public or people won't like you.

They would think she was savoring the taste (blueberries, cinnamon, cream-excellent), but she was actually savoring the whole morning, trying to catch it, pin it down, keep it safe before all those precious moments became yet another memory.

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

They could fall in love with fresh, new people, or they could have the courage and humility to tear off some essential layer of themselves and reveal to each other a whole new level of otherness, a level far beyond what sort of music they liked. It seemed to her everyone had too much self-protective pride to truly strip down to their souls in front of their long-term partners. It was easier to pretend there was nothing more to know, to fall into an easygoing companionship. It was almost embarrassing to

Nobody ever told you that being a mother is all about making what seemed like thousands of tiny decisions.

I see lots of differences between Australians and Americans - but as mothers, I think were pretty much alike!

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck.