Being a mother is hard and it wasn't a subject I ever studied.

I've told so many lies about my age I don't know how old I am myself.

You have to be great friends and make each other laugh. We laugh a lot and neither is jealous of the other.

Why is that when people become ill and have something wrong with any of their organs, they get sympathy from other people - except when that organ is their brain?

I have to keep reminding myself that I am their mother. Sometimes we are sitting at home and I feel like we are waiting for our mom to come home.

People who say ... they're perfectly fine [are] more insane than the rest of us.

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.