Worry is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do but never gets you anywhere.
Insanity is hereditary. You can catch it from your kids.
For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it’s time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.
Anybody who watches three games of football in a row should be declared brain dead.
Throughout the years I have set up my own rules about eating food: Never eat anything you can’t pronounce. Beware of food that is described as, “Some Americans say it tastes like chicken.
It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.
It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.
There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
Cats invented self-esteem.
When humor go’s, there go’s civilization.
It would have been a wonderful wedding – had it not been mine.
When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.
It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.
If you can’t make it better, you can laugh at it.
Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.
I am not a glutton – I am an explorer of food.
Volunteers are the only human beings on the face of the earth who reflect this nation’s compassion, unselfish caring, patience, and just plain love for one another.