The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works, is the family.

The foundation of family - that's where it all begins for me.

The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.

My family really does come first. It always did and always will.

I realized my family was funny, because nobody ever wanted to leave our house.

To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.

I love cooking for myself and cooking for my family.

My family is my strength and my weakness.

When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to be.