it's not my fault my parents own the world's largest collection of black santas
Ignorance must be a fun place to live; my parents seem to vacation there year-round.
In what way did your parents screw up to make you the woman you are today?
Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.
I think I've wanted to be an actress since the day I was born. I even asked my parents for an agent for my seventh birthday!
My parents kept the best aspects of the Asian culture, and they Americanized the family. My mother was a great example for me. She was a working mother with a good career.
Juggling work and parental responsibilities is no easy task, but I'm trying my best and just like everything else there are good days and there are bad days.
My parents sacrificed so much for all of us. It makes me want to give back to them by being the best I can be.
The preparation for building a series of thrillers based on a single character is kind of like the preparation for becoming a parent: The best part is the idea - wink, wink.
The best defense against these people is to educate parents and children of the dangers that come along with the Internet and by limiting access to certain sites during the school day.
Born from different parents, they were siblings in death, destroyed by the same hand.
Sometimes, in my world where parents hated one another and school was a battleground, it sucked to be me.
Our children are not going to be just 'our children' - they are going to be other people's husbands and wives and the parents of our grandchildren.
So what are we given? We're also given, my generation, the disillusionment of our parents.
The reasonableness of the command to obey parents is clear to children, even when quite young.
I was really blessed with parents who never said I couldn't do anything. And now I reflect as an adult on that, 'Wow, they never told me no!'
To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.
I was born in Canada for a reason. It was because my parents wanted me to have the freedoms that this country offers.
Spanking and verbal criticism have become, to many parents, more important tools of child rearing than approval.
In 1953 there were two ways for an Irish Catholic boy to impress his parents: become a priest or attend Notre Dame.
My parents made me believe I could do anything I wanted to do. They were really into empowering me.
