I've directed seven movies and know a thing or two about dealing with unexpected crises.

The shortest period of time lies between the minute you put some money away for a rainy day and the unexpected arrival of rain.

I was given baby doll toys myself and they proved a stark reminder that my life was expected to revolve around childbearing - just as my mom's had before me and her mom's had before her.

So far I'm not surprised by anything about being a mom. It's all pretty great - but that's what I expected.

My mom and I used to listen to records read and take train rides across the country in the summer. It was a very chill life. She didn't expose me to anything that was ahead of my development but she expected me to adjust to her world - she did not expect to adjust to mine.

There is frequently more to be learned from the unexpected questions of a child than the discourses of men.

There's a lot of interest from the medical community on how things develop in microgravity and the hope later that is expected to apply to what the changes are in humans as well.

When Demetrie got sick we knew it was our responsibility to take care of her and pay her medical bills. And we embraced that. But the tricky part is like so many families in the South we also expected her to use a separate bathroom to use separate utensils.

I was sent to a nice Church of England girls' school and at that time after university a woman was expected to become a teacher a nurse or a missionary - prior to marriage.

Daddy was real gentle with kids. That's why I expected so much out of marriage figuring that all men should be steady and pleasant.