Well, delusions are a wonderful thing, and they keep you company, too.

Motherhood is like Albania- you can't trust the descriptions in the books, you have to go there.

I could still remember how having a two day old baby makes you feel faintly sorry for everyone else, stuck in their wan unmiraculous lives.

Hasn't anyone thought to look at outcomes as a logical way to figure out what really works? Not until recently. That tells you how far out of the picture the patient has been.

Like an animal, cancer sleeps, prowls, hibernates, turns surly or placid.

There seems to be a hole in the culture where mothers went. Then, when their kids went off to school or stopped having ear infections every three weeks, they emerged from the mother zone, and like everyone else, they forgot where they'd been. Amnesia surrounding motherhood is the rule, not the exception.

Well, delusions are a wonderful thing, and they keep you company, too.