“A grown man, weeping, is a tough thing to see.” — Dick Cavett

All three of my parents - I also had a stepmother - were teachers, and my dad taught high school, and as he always reminded me when I was going to spend some money on something, 'Your mother and I, in the Depression, had to decide whether to spend a dime on a loaf of bread or if we could go to a movie with it.'

I am always shocked that there are still a handful of defenders of the dubious practice of abstinence, surely the worst idea since chocolate-covered ants.

The emotions in all true anxiety dreams are next to unbearable.

In relative youth, we assume we'll remember everything. Someone should urge the young to think otherwise.