I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?

Anytime you work with materials that are deep parts of yourself, you feel revulsion at showing things about yourself that you don't want people to know.

The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.

We seem to have a whole lot in common as women, and as mothers, so that's pretty interesting.

Most women experience issues of power and sexuality, but very few women talk about it. There's the threat of the loss of approval.

My mother never met a gadget she didn't like. There were tube pans for baking the angel food cakes my father could have after his first heart attack, and Bundt pans and loaf pans and baking pans and grilling pans.