Children are knives, my mother once said. They don't mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don't we, we clasp them until the blood flows.
While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.
My best advice to anyone who wants to raise a happy, mentally healthy child is,Keep him or her as far away from a church as you can.
It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.
The only love that I really believe in is a mother's love for her children.
As we all came to discover the limitations of assimilation, we grew closer as a family.
I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodine can be.
When an American family becomes separated from its toothbrushes and combs and pajamas for a few hours it considers that it has had quite an adventure.
There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother.Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.
Families are the compass that guides us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we falter.
