Can't Is For Pussies.

I Forget The Derivation Of Boxing Day, But The Feeling Of Wanting To Invite Your Loved Ones Outside One At A Time And Punch Them In The Face, Does That Come Into It Somewhere?

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

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.

My Ideals Told Me That Men And Women Could Both Go Out To Work And Be Truly Equal. My Children Told Me Something More Complicated, Something I Really Didn't Want To Hear. Their Need For Me Was Like The Need For Water Or Light: It Had A Devastating Simplicity To It.

The Times You Don't Make It Are The Ones Children Remember, Not The Times You Do.