A mother can legitimately be said to 'have a baby' - but in a civilization such as ours, she can never claim to own a teenager.

A mother is neither cocky, nor proud, because she knows the school principal may call at any minute to report that her child had just driven a motorcycle through the gymnasium.

Divorce is the psychological equivalent of a triple coronary bypass.

Mother is the first word that occurs to politicians and columnists and popes when they raise the question, 'Why isn't life turning out the way we want it?

When trouble comes no mother should have to plead guilty alone. The pediatricians, psychologists, therapists, goat herders, fathers, and peer groups should all be called to the bench as well. . . .

Divorce is the psychological equivalent of a triple coronary by pass. After such a monumental assault on the heart, it takes years to amend all the habits and attitudes that led up to it.

It's an old trick now, God knows, but it works every time. At the very moment women start to expand their place in the world, scientific studies deliver compelling reasons for them to stay home.

Women aren't trying to do too much. Women have too much to do.

Families don't always realize that mother is exhausted, because mother is always exhausted. Exhausted is what looks normal.

One life stamps and influences another, which in turn stamps and influences another, on and on, until the soul of human experience breathes on in generations we'll never meet.

If a woman is to know herself, then periods of solitude should be courted, planned, and embraced.

Choose the Path to Enlightenment over the path of least resistance

You touched my heart by your kindness.

Ava sang to remind them of what was important – the things that mattered in their lives. She sang about the love of hearth and home

I am grateful for - though I can't keep up with - the flood of articles, theses, and textbooks that mean to share insight concerning the nature of poetry.

People say both Obama and I have trouble laughing at ourselves. We can't laugh at ourselves. That would be racist!

I have a weird vision of relationships because my parents have known each other since second grade, and they got married right out of college.

He had no failings which were not owing to a noble cause; to an ardent, generous, perhaps an immoderate passion for fame; a passion which is the instinct of all great souls.

Behind our unremarkable front door waits the little world of our making - our home.

You can't all of a sudden go to sleep one night and wake up Martha Stewart. It's bit by bit by bit.

On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure.