I mean, when I think about it, what's more important? Clothes - or the miracle of new life?

Like most of us, I'm used to juggling about 52 roles in life. Wife. Mother. Sister. Friend. Author. Sometimes I feel a bit 'multiple-personality'.

If your life's at a juncture and you need to think about things, there's nowhere better than home. However old you are.

No human on God's earth is a nobody.

Honestly, it’s so easy to get what you want from people if they think you’re a psycho.

It was in the forest. No one saw it or heard it. So did it actually happen?

Why can't parents dance? Is it some universal law of physics or something?