I am very concerned about the millions of baby boomers who are counting on the stock market to deliver them a safe, sound, long retirement. I am afraid the baby boomers who are counting on the stock market are in trouble.
Yes, and when I had Aaron, he left me, and I didn't know how to raise a child. And I wasn't close to my parents, and because I was too proud to go to my parents for help, I mistreated that little baby. I didn't want a baby.
Most of us in the baby-boom generation were raised by full-time mothers. Even as recently as 14 years ago, 6 out of 10 mothers with babies were staying at home. Today that is totally reversed. Does that mean we love our children less than our mothers...
I wasn't a dancer learning to play Baby Houseman. I was Baby Houseman learning to play a dancer. I was someone who'd never done any Latin dance. I'd taken jazz classes and ballet growing up in New York, so I had dance in me, and I knew I loved it, bu...
Beatrice McCready: Do you know people in the neighborhood who don't talk to the police? Patrick Kenzie: Yeah, one or two. Beatrice McCready: We wanna hire you to augment the investigation of Amanda.
Detective Remy Bressant: [about Patrick] Half the guys he knows are degenerates. Patrick Kenzie: Yeah, you know what the other half are? Detective Remy Bressant: What? Patrick Kenzie: Cops. Don't hold it against me.
Detective Remy Bressant: Would you do it again? Clip Corwin Earle? Patrick Kenzie: No. Detective Remy Bressant: Does that make you right? Patrick Kenzie: I don't know. Detective Remy Bressant: It doesn't make it wrong, though, does it?
Lionel McCready: Helene's got emotional problems. Beatrice McCready: It's not that, Lionel. Lionel McCready: What is it, then? Beatrice McCready: She's a cunt! Lionel McCready: Beatrice, don't use that word. Beatrice McCready: God help me, it's true.
Angie Gennaro: They told me what happened. I'm proud of you. That man killed a child. He had no right to live. Patrick Kenzie: You're proud of me? Angie Gennaro: Of course I am. You did what you had to do.
Alan Garner: Hey, Phil, look. [laughs hysterically while miming the baby masturbating] Alan Garner: He's jackin' his little weenis. Phil Wenneck: [laughs a little] Pull yourself together, bro. Alan Garner: [stops the baby] Not at the table, Carlos.
I'm not adopting a baby.
Capt. Jack Doyle: Do you have any children, Miss Gennaro? Angie Gennaro: No, sir. Capt. Jack Doyle: My only child was murdered. She was twelve. Did you hear about it? What you probably didn't hear, and what I hope you never have to deal with, Miss Ge...
Detective Remy Bressant: Corwin Earle. Serial molester, recently work-release. Went AWOL around the time Amanda disappeared. Nick Poole: Known associates - Leon Trett and his handsome wife, Roberta. The Tretts were released six and eight months ago, ...
These comments you see on the internet about DR VOKE ([email protected]) are not just comments, they are truthful words of experience written by those who have been there and found help in reuniting with the ones they hold dear to their heart and ...
Thanks to my mother, I was raised to have a morbid imagination. When I was a child, she often talked about death as warning, as an unavoidable matter of fact. Little Debbie's mom down the block might say, 'Honey, look both ways before crossing the st...
Babies got it going on!
TV is not a baby sitter.
Until you have a child, you won't really understand that you would actually throw yourself in front of a bus for your child. Like, you don't really get it. Like, it's like, 'Hell no.' You know, 'She's only two. I can make another one.' You know? But,...
Maggie Fitzgerald: Did you see the fight? Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Of course I did. You had her cold, Maggie. Maggie Fitzgerald: I shouldn't have dropped my hand. I shouldn't have turned. Always protect myself... how many times did he tell me that?
I shiver and Tom wakes. It's light enough to see his eyes open. "Are you cold?" he says. "Baby, are you cold?" He turns so that his arms are around me again. Baby, are cold?-and the ball of hurt inside me swells.
He did not recognize himself either. He was a totally new being, bald, covered with grease and blood, pink and blue eyed: he was his own baby...He was a great fat chuckling baby, and he shat and peed in his filthy trousers and kept driving.
