Nobody's sex life is such that every experience is a ten. You may have to be satisfied with regular eights or sixes and even an occasional three.

Sex is all that it can and should be only when it is surrounded by and wrapped in love.

Life is a pressure cooker and whether you remain serene or become stressed-out depends on how you handle that pressure.

Moms are, in my opinion, the wonders of the universe. They can leap tall buildings in a single bound, they can go where no person has gone before, and they can somehow get toddlers to eat. The problem is that mothers are also some of the most stressed people on the planet. There's just so much to do and not enough of them.

A sexually fulfilled husband will do anything for you.

The problem with guilt is that it cements you to the past.

A fulfilling sex life is one of the most powerful marital glues a couple can have.

How you handle peer pressure - the pressure your children feel as well as the pressure you feel - in the early years will play a significant role in how your children handle peer pressure when they become adolescents.

The only way we can ever teach a child to say I'm sorry is for him to hear it from our lips first.

Every child lives up to the expectation you have for him.

Love is a cognitive, willful act. Feelings have very little to do with it, particularly around three o'clock in the morning when the baby needs changing or somebody has lost it before getting to the bathroom to throw up.

I believe the time we really look big in a child's eyes is when we go to them and apologize for our mistakes and we say, 'I was wrong. Will you forgive me?'

Remember, you cannot be responsible for the happiness of other people. You can do your best to be sensitive to the needs and desires of others, but some people will not be happy no matter how much you do for them. If you decided you were responsible for their happiness, you could drive yourself completely up the nearest wall.

I believe that love takes time. I believe there is such a thing as infatuation at first sight, but not love at first sight.

That's the way it is with firstborns. Mom and Dad may think they're in charge, but the firstborn knows better, and so does the youngest sibling.