What cannot be talked about cannot be put to rest. And if it is not, the wounds will fester from generation to generation.

Raising children is a creative endeavor, an art rather than a science.

The delight we experience when we allow ourselves to respond to a fairy tale, the enchantment we feel, comes not from the psychological meaning of the tale (although this contributes to it) but from its literary qualities-the tale itself as a work of art.

The fear of failure is so great, it is no wonder that the desire to do right by one's children has led to a whole library of books offering advice on how to raise them

Not only is our love for our children sometimes tinged with annoyance, discouragement, and disappointment, the same is true for the love our children feel for us.

The ability to read becomes devalued when what one has learned to read adds nothing of importance to one's life.