Education, like neurosis, begins at home.

I feel very blessed to have two wonderful, healthy children who keep me completely grounded, sane and throw up on my shoes just before I go to an awards show just so I know to keep it real.

No one knows his true character until he has run out of gas, purchased something on the installment plan and raised an adolescent.

I don't think children's inner feelings have changed. They still want a mother and father in the very same house they want places to play.

There are 80 million moms in the United States. Forty million stay at home with their children.

I get whatever placidity I have from my father. But my mother taught me how to take it on the chin.

It's a great mistake, I think, to put children off with falsehoods and nonsense, when their growing powers of observation and discrimination excite in them a desire to know about things.

I regret not having had more time with my kids when they were growing up.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

We expect teachers to handle teenage pregnancy, substance abuse, and the failings of the family. Then we expect them to educate our children.