All the men in my family were bearded, and most of the women.

I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.

A family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.

My family is my strength and my weakness.

I have these visions of myself being thirty, thirty-five, forty having a family.

I've given it my all. I've done my best. Now, I'm ready with my family to begin the next phase of our lives.

I love cooking for myself and cooking for my family.

I need my family to remind me in a loving and nice way to lighten up.

Fathers should be neither seen nor heard. That is the only proper basis for family life.

I am tortured when I am away from my family, from my children. I am horribly guilt-ridden.