Can't Is For Pussies.

My Ideals Told Me That Men And Women Could Both Go Out To Work And Be Truly Equal. My Children Told Me Something More Complicated, Something I Really Didn't Want To Hear. Their Need For Me Was Like The Need For Water Or Light: It Had A Devastating Simplicity To It.

My Child Was One Of Nature's Tories Pitted Against A Mother Who Was One Of Nurture's Lefties: It Was No Contest.

I Forget The Derivation Of Boxing Day, But The Feeling Of Wanting To Invite Your Loved Ones Outside One At A Time And Punch Them In The Face, Does That Come Into It Somewhere?

Working Mothers' Laughter Comes Hardest When Our Double Life Is Revealed For What It Is: A Juggling Act In Which The Balls Can Drop At Any Time, Invariably On Our Own Head.

A Mother Of A One-year-old Boy Is A Movie Star In A World Without Critics.