All of us deserve a greater peace of mind knowing that our children are better protected wherever they are.

I had daydreams and fantasies when I was growing up. I always wanted to live in a log cabin at the foot of a mountain. I would ride my horse to town and pick up provisions. Then return to the cabin with a big open fire a record player and peace.

When we take our eyes off the whirl of day-to-day activity and concentrate on honoring Him and following in His way we find a consistent peace that carries us through both plenty and poverty.

The business of peace requires more than showing up with paint brushes foodstuffs and an oil pipeline or two.

Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.

Patriot: the person who can holler the loudest without knowing what he is hollering about.

I've worked so hard to eliminate the inner geek from my life. I suddenly realize I have no patience for those people who still have their geeks showing. Now I see why being 'normal' has been so important to me.

I came to parenting the way most of us do - knowing nothing and trying to learn everything.

My grandmother was a kind of Scarsdale New York society woman best known in her day as the author of the 1959 book 'Growing Your Own Way: An Informal Guide for Teen-Agers' - this despite being a person whose parenting style made Joan Crawford's wire hangers look like pool noodles.

I regret not having had more time with my kids when they were growing up.