We are each of us angels with only one wing and we can only fly by embracing one another.

That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?

Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

Let our New Year's resolution be this: we will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity in the finest sense of the word.

Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?

My mother is a walking miracle.

Motherhood is... difficult and... rewarding.

With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.