Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

Rearing three children is like growing a cactus, a gardenia, and a tubful of impatiens. Each needs varying amounts of water, sunlight and pruning. Were I to be absolutely fair, I would have to treat each child as if he or she were absolutely identical to the other siblings, and there would be no profit for anyone in that.

It does not matter whether one is at the giving or receiving end of love just as long as one is part of the process in some way. It is only when we become disconnected from the process altogether that we should begin to worry.

One of the earliest religious disappointments in a young girl's life devolves upon her unanswered prayer for a horse.

To envy is to draw circles that isolate us from others, to take small, bitter trips that diminish the traveler.

We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.

A party is a slightly artificial event where one learns the rudiments of human behavior at its most admirable: speaking when spoken to, looking somebody in the eye, shaking hands and being friendly under duress.