Familiarity Breeds Democracry.

It Takes Only One Child To Raze A Village.

Thank God I'm Over The Hill. The Only Heat I Have Left Comes From Hot Flashes, My Promiscuity Is Confined To The Words "one Size Fits All," And I Buy My White Cotton Unmentionables At Boadicea's Retreat, Not Victoria's Secret. None Of The Things Men Do To Women Could Possibly Happen To Me Now Unless The U.s. Is Invaded By One Of Those New Russian Republics Whose Soldiers Aren't Fussy.

A Home Without A Grandmother Is Like An Egg Without Salt.

Agoraphobia Was My Quirky Armor Against A Gregarious America.

Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Judged Judgmental.