The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.

I even thought of adopting a child as a single mother.

Her grandmother was a drug dealer. Her mother was a drug addict, and she never knew her father. Nicole had a child at 18 and had to raise the child alone because the father was convicted of murder.

A mother's lap is the safest refuge for you when you are in your most wretched and most comfortable situations alike.

I tried to get my mother to move in with me, but she wanted to stay in her own home. When my mother died, my sister came down with cancer and I had to care for her.

Every morning began with Roz getting her mother up, dressed and in a wheelchair, then going off to teach classes, grade papers and write for the newspaper,