All That Means Is That It Wasn't

I Married Him Against All Evidence. I Married Him Believing That Marriage Doesn't Work, That Love Dies, That Passion Fades, And In So Doing I Became The Kind Of Romantic Only A Cynic Is Truly Capable Of Being.

Success Comes And Goes. Your Flops Stay With You For Life.

Here Are Some Questions I Am Constantly Noodling Over: Do You Splurge Or Do You Hoard? Do You Live Every Day As If It's Your Last, Or Do You Save Your Money On The Chance You'll Live Twenty More Years? Is Life Too Short, Or Is It Going To Be Too Long? Do You Work As Hard As You Can, Or Do You Slow Down To Smell The Roses? And Where Do Carbohydrates Fit Into All This? Are We Really All Going To Spend Our Last Years Avoiding Bread, Especially Now That Bread In American Is So Unbelievable Delicious? And What About Chocolate?

If Pregnancy Were A Book, They Would Cut The Last Two Chapters. The Beginning Is Glorious, Especially If You're Lucky Enough Not To Have Morning Sickness And If, Like Me, You've Had Small Breasts All Your Life. Suddenly They Begin To Grow, And You've Got Them, You've Really Got Them, Breasts, Darling Breasts, And When You Walk Down The Street They Bounce, Truly They Do, They Bounce Bounce Bounce.

With Any Child Entering Adolescence, One Hunts For Signs Of Health, Is Desperate For The Smallest Indication That The Child's Problems Will Never Be Important Enough For A Television Movie.