“If you start giving your kids anxiety about food, it’s going to last a lifetime. Moms have to lead by example. Don’t say, “Oh, my jeans don’t fit,” or “Oh, I was bad.” No diets. Nothing like that.”

I’m stronger than anything in my way. Holla!

I can’t just only be on reality TV and show everything when it’s the fairy princess, fairytale, and then not take my hits when I have to.

Life is hopefully long, so I don’t know what the future will bring.

You’re alone in your ideas, because you’re the only one who knows what’s possible.

I’m always in my pajamas, unless I know for a fact that people are taking my picture.

Thinking about women who can’t have their own baby, even the first baby, I’m really lucky.

Faith, culture, structure and guidance are good things.

My biggest ‘don’t’ from the past? Picking my face!

If I am not with my daughter, that’s when all my meetings happen. That’s when I get right on a plane. That’s when I go and do my book tour. When I am with her, it’s just all with her.

In many ways, being pregnant and working were more difficult than motherhood.

When you regret something, what you aren’t seeing is that someday, later, or maybe sooner, you’re going to see why you didn’t get the thing you wanted. So often, something better is just around the corner.

My books have helped a lot of men to lose weight.

Truthfully, my life is always lunacy.

I truly don’t believe in regret.

A failed personal experience is just fear and anxiety.

I’m one of those people who have everything in their purses.

Though motherhood is the most important of all the professions – requiring more knowledge than any other department in human affairs – there was no attention given to preparation for this office.

When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.

A grandmother pretends she doesn’t know who you are on Halloween.

A female salmon lays three thousand eggs a year – and has yet to receive a Mother’s Day card from one of them.

It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.

And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

I was dating a transvestite, and my mother said, “Marry him, you’ll double your wardrobe.”

To me, full-time mothering felt like way too much and yet not nearly enough. Lost in a landslide of diapers, birthday parties, and others’ needs, I ached to reestablish myself.