Hello There. I'm Out Social

Mothers Are Not The Nameless, Faceless Stereotypes Who Appear Once A Year On A Greeting Card With Their Virtues Set To Prose, But Women Who Have Been Dealt A Hand For Life And Play Each Card One At A Time The Best Way They Know How. No Mother Is All Good Or All Bad, All Laughing Or All Serious, All Loving Or All Angry. Ambivalence Rushes Through Their Veins.

I've Always Been Intrigued With The Variety Of Answers This Generation Will Give Their Children Who Ask, "where Did I Come From, Mommy?" They Will Range From "number 176 Vial In Buffalo, New York," To "you Were Defrosted."

Crocodiles Have A Smile I've Seen On The Face Of Every Lawyer I've Ever Met.

Onion Rings In The Car Cushions Do Not Improve With Time.

Bombeck's Rug Rule: An Ugly Carpet Will Last For Ever.