College athletes used to get a degree in bringing your pencil.

Nannies love working in our house because they never know who's gonna walk through the door.

My ultimate fantasy is to entice a man to my bedroom, put a gun to his head and say, 'Make babies or die'.

By the time dessert arrives I am usually so drunk, I can't remember what I'm serving.

For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it.

Like any working mother I find it hard to have a social life. But my kids are so well adjusted. There isn't a brat bone in their body so I haven't done anything that bad.

How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except the brain?