Good food and a warm kitchen are what makes a house a home. I always tried to make my home like my mother's because Mom was magnificent at stretching a buck when it came to decorating and food. Like a true Italian she valued beautification in every area of her life and I try to do the same.
Food during my early years was a very difficult issue for me. I grew up in an addictive family. My mother had serious problems with alcohol and prescription drugs. I was an overweight kid. I can remember back in those days there weren't the strategies that there are today to deal with those issues.
My grandfather gave me inspiration to cook and love food and flavors. My Aunt Raffie gave me creativity and the inspiration to create new things. My mother inspires me to find simplicity in food.
If your mother cooks Italian food why should you go to a restaurant?
Food love career and mothers the four major guilt groups.
I always knew that food and wine were vital with my mother being Italian and a good cook.
My mom was a professional fitness competitor so I go into the gym with her. I train with my dad and mother. It's embarrassing because she's really strong.
My mother was a P.E. teacher and she was kind of a fanatic about fitness and nutrition growing up so it was ingrained in me at a young age. As I get older I'm finding out it's not about getting all buffed up and looking good. It's more about staying healthy and flexible.
Clearly society has a tremendous stake in insisting on a woman's natural fitness for the career of mother: the alternatives are all too expensive.
Don't fear the terrorists. They're mothers and fathers.
One of the darkest deepest shames so many of us mothers feel nowadays is our fear that we are Bad Mothers that we are failing our children and falling far short of our own ideals.
Fear is the mother of foresight.
Even as we enumerate their shortcomings the rigor of raising children ourselves makes clear to us our mothers' incredible strength. We fear both. If they are not strong who will protect us? If they are not imperfect how can we equal them?
The more you can increase fear of drugs and crime welfare mothers immigrants and aliens the more you control all the people.
Fear is the mother of morality.
More than anything else my mother wanted to be an actress - a famous actress - which in the 1950s was all about being young sexy and available. She was all that and more. She had big blue eyes alabaster skin a heart-shaped face a beautiful figure. She was just a knockout.
I studied Japanese language and culture in college and graduate school and afterward went to work in Tokyo where I met a young man whose father was a famous businessman and whose mother was a geisha.