I'm right-handed, whereas the fellow in my mirror is left-handed. I start shaving from the left; he starts from the right. Differences only in perception, but religious wars have been fought over such.

In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too.

The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.

Be it human or animal, touch is a life-giving thing. Has anyone ever had a stroke or a heart attack while cozied up with a pet? I doubt it.

The trouble with learning to parent on the job is that your child is the teacher.

Though confined to our destiny, we do get to pick the color scheme.

Looking back, you realize that everything would have explained itself if you had only stopped interrupting.