I look at my father. He is one of my heroes. He is such an incredible classy man. He was such a great father and such a great husband in so many ways and we lived through some pretty tough times losing my mom. When I see all that he did I think 'Wow that's a really wonderful man.'

My mom was a ventriloquist and she always was throwing her voice. For ten years I thought the dog was telling me to kill my father.

Dinner 'conversation' at the Cohens' meant my sister mom and I relaying in brutal detail the day's events in a state of amplified hysteria while my father listened to his own smooth jazz station in his head.

Mom was a smoker. My grandfather was a smoker. My aunts were smokers. My uncles were smokers. I don't know any smokers now not even my mom.

My mom loved rock 'n roll. My father hated it. We couldn't play it when he was around.

I'm ridiculous in my oversharing my mom and sister are very open but a little more judicious than me... and my father is a decidedly private person.

My father wasn't really involved and my mom is the light in my life.

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.

Even if society dictates that men and women should behave in certain ways it is fathers and mothers who teach those ways to children not just in the words they say but in the lives they lead.

Kennedy lied and lied about his health while he was alive even using his father's influence to get into the Navy without ever taking a medical examination.