However painful the process of leaving home for parents and for children the really frightening thing for both would be the prospect of the child never leaving home.
If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time the insane asylums would be filled with mothers.
I couldn't care less about fashion. If I had taken any clothes home they would have remained in my closet for the rest of their existence.
For example I was a White House intern the summer before I dropped out of law school. Everybody knew about it. I'd come home and go to church and everybody would say 'Oh my God. Demetri you're working at the White House.'
Why would I retire? Sit at home and watch TV? No thanks. I'd rather be out playing.
General Howard informed me in a haughty spirit that he would give my people 30 days to go back home collect all their stock and move onto the reservation.
Students never think it can be the teacher's fault and so I thought I was stupid. I was frustrated and would come home and cry because I couldn't do it. Then we got a new teacher who made math accessible. That made all the difference and I learned that it's how you present it that makes it scary or friendly.
Bad psychoanalysis would say I enjoyed pleasing people working really hard and pleasing people which is probably related to my father in some way. But I really liked working hard. When I worked at Disneyland I'd do 12 hours straight and go home thrilled.
The perfect date for me would be staying at home making a big picnic in bed eating Wotsits and cookies while watching cable TV.
I would like to spend the whole of my life traveling if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend at home.
For me already being part of a single parent household and knowing it was just me and my mom you'd would wake up times and hope that the next day you'd be able to be alongside your mother because she was out trying to make sure that I was taken care of. But all I cared about was her being home.
If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.
As much as I would love to be a person that goes to parties and has a couple of drinks and has a nice time that doesn't work for me. I'd just rather sit at home and read or go out to dinner with someone or talk to someone I love or talk to somebody that makes me laugh.
The only way I'd be caught without makeup is if my radio fell in the bathtub while I was taking a bath and electrocuted me and I was in between makeup at home. I hope my husband would slap a little lipstick on me before he took me to the morgue.
A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.
If my world were to cave in tomorrow I would look back on all the pleasures excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness not my miscarriages or my father leaving home but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.
I am not quite sure where home is right now. I do have places in London and Milan and a house in Spain. I guess I would say home is where my mother is and she lives in Spain.