A Mother Of A One-year-old Boy Is

In Death, We Are Not Defined By What We Did Or Who We Were But By What We Meant To Others. How Well We Loved And Were Loved In Return.

Working Mothers' Laughter Comes Hardest When Our Double Life Is Revealed For What It Is: A Juggling Act In Which The Balls Can Drop At Any Time, Invariably On Our Own Head.

The Software Program For Motherhood Is Impossible To Fully Download Into The Male Brain. You Give Them Two Tasks And They're Like, 'i Have To Change The Baby And Get The Dry Cleaning?'

My Child Was One Of Nature's Tories Pitted Against A Mother Who Was One Of Nurture's Lefties: It Was No Contest.

The Great Thing About Unrequited Love Is It's The Only Kind That Lasts.