We must return optimism to our parenting. To focus on the joys not the hassles the love not the disappointments the common sense not the complexities.

We're living in a time when parenting is not at all mirroring the way I was parented. For me I just followed my parents around on their errands when they were busy on the phone I was quiet. It's a different kettle of fish these days: They run the house and you listen to their music and you go to their appointments.

The muse holds no appointments. You can never call on it. I don't understand people who get up at 9 o'clock in the morning put on the coffee and sit down to write.

The episodes all blend together for me so I don't remember. I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning. I always feel I must be such a disappointment to them.

Burning desire to be or do something gives us staying power - a reason to get up every morning or to pick ourselves up and start in again after a disappointment.

Unfaithfulness in the keeping of an appointment is an act of clear dishonesty. You may as well borrow a person's money as his time.

I loved raising my kids. I loved the process the dirt of it the tears of it the frustration of it Christmas Easter birthdays growth charts pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.

Most of us women like men you know it's just that we find them a constant disappointment.

First love is first love first marriage is first marriage disappointment is disappointment.

When people get married because they think it's a long-time love affair they'll be divorced very soon because all love affairs end in disappointment. But marriage is a recognition of a spiritual identity.