My Mind Works . .

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Make Cookies.

Most Mothers Entering The Labor Market Outside The Home Are Naive. They Stagger Home Each Evening, Holding Mail In Their Teeth, The Cleaning Over Their Arm, A Lamb Chop Defrosting Under Each Armpit, Balancing Two Gallons Of Frozen Milk Between Their Knees, And Expect One Of The Kids To Get The Door.

Most Women Put Off Entertaining Until The Kids Are Grown.

If Compliments Were Food, I'd Have Starved To Death 28 Years Ago.

As A Child, My Number One Best Friend Was The Librarian In My Grade School. I Actually Believed All Those Books Belonged To Her.