Any film I see at two o'clock in afternoon with my mother seems to cast a strange spell that means we both come out sobbing.
It is impossible to read for pleasure from something to which you are both father and mother, born in such travail that the writer despises the thing that enslaved him.
I have such admiration for single mothers. I simply don't comprehend how you'd cope with that intensity, the lack of breaks, ever, on your own.
I have a Madonna portrait done in the style of a Russian icon. My mother, the chef Lidia Bastianich, and I bought it together. It reminds me of her.
I got a part as a chorus girl in a show called Every Sailor and I had fun doing it. Mother didn't really approve of it, through.
'Jamie' is what my mother gave me, and that takes the onus off of being big. Somebody thinks, 'Oh, Jamie - how threatening can he be?'
I dish the dirt out and I can take it. But why should my mother and children have to take it?
I used to draw a lot. If my mother would ask me to do something else, I'd have a hairy conniption. I'd just go crazy.
My father is Jewish, and I look exactly like him... My mother is British, but she's of French extraction.
One can survive every hurt and move on, except the hatred of a mother formed without reasons, that one could not elucidate.
My mother introduced me to many different things, and figure skating was one of them. I just thought that it was magical having to glide across the ice.
I studied at a university in Florence and finished my degree. My mother was very strict about this recipe: You need to get your degree.
I grew up in New York, and I've always been surrounded by fashion. My grandmother used to write for 'Vogue' in the '50s, and my mother was a dancer and a model.
I like to make Arroz con Gandules, rice with pigeon peas. My husband loves it. It's a Puerto Rican dish my mother taught me.
The capitalist class shoots down mothers and children. It stops at nothing, no matter how monstrous, to prevent the organization of the workers.
My father was a professor of civil engineering at MIT, and my mother taught high school English.
Part of what I want to do is sort of reclaim my story - it belongs to me and to my children, who have to live with whoever their mother is.
Mama and I sat on a burping bus full of chickens in cages, and round-eyed babies on round mothers' laps. (The Pinata-Maker's Daughter)
My mother relied on her memory to do things because she couldn't read. Part of that was not really knowing numbers.
All my forebears worked for a living. My grandfather painted portraits. My mother too. My aunt painted seascapes.
If I could pass along anything that my mother or my sisters taught me, I feel like my kids would be very well off.
