As a child, our house had a backyard lined with roses tended vigilantly by my mother. So the fragrance fills me with nostalgia for my youth.
I learned denial from my mother. I just never confronted things and if anybody did, I just would go crazy.
Thomas was my true name but everyone knew me as Mick, except my mother, who knew me as definitely Michael.
As a child, my mother told me lots of fairy stories, many her own invention. She, too, tended to reverse the norm.
As a kid, I loved Paula Poundstone and Richard Pryor. But my mother was a huge influence on my comedy.
I was very fortunate in my gene mix. The gambling instincts I inherited from my father were matched by my mother's gift for analysis.
Careful?! Was my mother careful when she stabbed me in the heart with a coat hanger while I was still in womb?
Our mother was so public - we always talked about her. But with her passing, all of a sudden we don't even want to talk about her.
My mother is who she is. I've become who I am. At some point I realized those two just didn't go together.
As the mother of a son with disabilities, I try to keep an eye out for news that affects people in the large community of which he is a part.
It seemed like an unachievable goal for one person to bring sunshine to one hundred little faces when what they need is a mother apiece.
I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn't, so I think it is possibly the end.
I'm the only pro-life woman in the Senate. I take this issue very seriously. I'm the mother of two children.
When a song came on the radio that I wanted to learn, my mother would quickly write down the lyrics for me. Soon after, I would be singing it.
I am an average mother in almost every way, so yes, much to my regret, I do yell at my children.
Both my parents died on the young side. My father was 45, and my mother was 61, so cancer's affected me in a big way.
The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack
My grandmother lives with my mother in a gorgeous house in the San Fernando Valley. I am afforded these luxuries, and I'm very young.
For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.
When something disappointing happened, my mother would remind me not to let that become my focus. There's still so much to be grateful for.
My mother is a realist, and she's had biological and adoptive children, and she said it's no different: No matter what, they're putting a stranger into your arms. You don't know them yet.
