I remember my oldest son, Steve, saying to me once, 'I don't ever remember seeing you with an apron on.' And I thought, that's right, honey, you did not. That was his concept of what a mother should be.
If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it.
Applause felt like approval, and it became a drug that soothed the pain, but only temporarily.

