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

Working Mothers' Laughter Comes Hardest When Our Double Life Is Revealed For What It Is: A Juggling Act In Which The Balls Can Drop At Any Time, Invariably On Our Own Head.

Oh, Where Is The Fairy Godmother Of Explanations When You Need Her?

God Probably Thinks It’s Worth Giving A Sense Of Humor Only To Those Of Us Who Have To Laugh At All The Rubbish Bits That Are Wrong With Us.

Death Itself Is Too Big To Take In, She Already Sees That; The Loss Comes At You Instead In An Infinite Number Of Small Installments That Can Never Be Paid Off.