The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.
My beloved Mom and Pop always rated tops with each other and that's the way it will always be.
Everything's coming up roses - for me.
At one time I smoked but in 1959 I couldn't think of anything else to give...
Christmas carols always brought tears to my eyes. I also cry at weddings. I...
I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her...
My mother was a teacher.
I feel like a semi-single mum.
