An alcoholic 47-year-old woman with teenagers who thinks a guy in his mid-20s is a good prospect as a partner definitely has some judgment and character flaws.

When you have a life milestone happen, it's good to step back and reassess the things you thought you knew about yourself.

When you're dealing with an in-law violation, I think the first line of defense is for the blood relation to have a serious talk.

Once an affair is over, the cheaters need to agree not to see each other anymore in order to reestablish trust with their spouses.

Obama's major accomplishment is himself. This can be an effective argument to make to undecided voters and something Obama has to artfully address.

I know this is awkward, but when you laugh after almost everything you say, it ends up undermining you.

Interfering, judgmental, and disrespectful mothers-in-law are common complaints.

I hate a messy kitchen and my more casual husband has come to recognize it's more pleasant for him to clean up after himself rather than deal with me hating a messy kitchen.

The human heart is a mysterious and sometimes dark place.

Аs I've mentioned many times, sitting through graduation ceremonies is one of life's drearier milestones.

I understand polyamory is different from polygamy, and doesn't share the latter's rigid and noxious views that men run the show and are the only ones allowed multiple partners.

We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.

Life can be a strange yet wonderful experience to live, if only you learn to enjoy it more.

We cannot give our hearts to God and keep our bodies for ourselves

I want to sound like Christopher Cross in another ten years, and be totally proud of it.

I love the way art moves people emotionally. I love the fact that when someone purchases art it is the one thing that will last for generations.

Every dancer lives on the threshold of chucking it.

I wouldn't say I'm a ball hog. I'm a shooter.

A bee rose up from a sun-filled paper cup, off to make slum honey from some diet root beer it had found inside.

I was brought up to be a good boy and proud of myself so I suppress all the things about me that are bad.

I didn't want to find out the reality that if I wanted my dream, I had to lose weight. That's a crushing dream for anybody . . . to change yourself to get your dream. Nobody should have to do that.