My father never talked about the sacrifices that the family made for me.

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

As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.

It takes a lot of work to put together a marriage, to put together a family and a home.

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

You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.

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.

Some of the most important conversations I've ever had occurred at my family's dinner table.

The most important thing in the world is family and love.

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.