In my wildest imagination I never thought that the fifth of six children born to Helen and Buddy Watts - in a poor black neighborhood in the poor rural community of Eufaula Oklahoma - would someday be called Congressman.

I believe in imagination. I did Kramer vs. Kramer before I had children. But the mother I would be was already inside me.

Children do not give up their innate imagination curiosity dreaminess easily. You have to love them to get them to do that.

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection which makes us believe and it is not true that as children we were imaginative?

It's great to be able to connect parents with children both emotionally and through humor. I look forward to exploring family entertainment once again and examining the specifics of our day-to-day lives against the backdrop of an extraordinary adventure.

Negative humor is forgotten immediately. It's the stuff that makes us feel better about our lives that lives long. Much more satisfying. Enter children's books.

People see I am a mother and head of a household. Today in Chile one-third of households are run by women. They wake up take the children to school go to work. To them I am hope.

One of the principal goals in my life has been to avoid embarrassing my children by doing the job I do. I hope I've managed to do that and I hope that with the job I'm in now they are if not proud at least unembarrassed by it. I must say my three are most agreeable children who do nothing but delight me.

In both children and adults there can be a hard-to-deny link between a robust sense of hope and either work productivity or academic achievement.

We will have to give up the hope that if we try hard we somehow will always do right by our children. The connection is imperfect. We will sometimes do wrong.