I've always traveled, as a kid my parents moved me around, a different place in Germany every four years. But I got the travel bug when I was a kid, living in different countries.
Of all the subjects on this planet, I think my parents would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.
I used to get nervous, you know if my parents would come watch. And then I would get nervous if my friends came and watched. Today it's not a problem anymore actually, because now I enjoy it. I see that they, you know, respect me immensely, and I try to put on a good show and show that I can still play very good tennis.
I'm the youngest of three sisters, and my parents have always encouraged all of us to do whatever made us happy.
All three of my parents - I also had a stepmother - were teachers, and my dad taught high school, and as he always reminded me when I was going to spend some money on something, 'Your mother and I, in the Depression, had to decide whether to spend a dime on a loaf of bread or if we could go to a movie with it.'
I have 'Parents' magazine in my home.
During the week, my days are consumed with school commitments, play-dates and work for Baby Buggy, a nonprofit I started, which collects kids' gear for parents in need. So on weekends, I look forward to uninterrupted time with my family.
No parents deserve to see their only child die.
The whole 'R' rating depends on a strange sort of fantasy land where all adults are responsible people, and children only ever go to the cinema with their parents.
I watched my parents lose everything, from a house to birth certificates. We were homeless for about six months, then we stayed in Baltimore, and my parents got jobs.
My family is from the south of Italy in this little place called Calabria. It's a big part of my family, the Italian culture. I grew up around it. My parents speak Italian, and I speak Italian.
I had the good fortune to spend hours with my parents around the dinner table having debates on politics and economics.
Whatever talent I had, I'm sure it helped that my parents were in the business and that I grew up around actors, comedians and directors.
Our children need to remember to love each other, how to honor each other, their parents, God, and their neighbors.
Having loving and supporting parents didn't make me feel any better about the possibility of seeing my personal life splashed across newspapers and tabloids.
My undergraduate education, at the City College in New York, was made possible only by the existence of that excellent free institution and the financial sacrifices of my parents.
My parents had been involved in the labor movement; if we'd grown up in the city, we would have been red-diaper babies.
You see, that's another thing that my parents gave me: an enormously great sense of humor.
We're committed to making sure parents have affordable, quality early learning for their kids - there's no question about it.
Karaoke was my family's happy secret. In those early years in America, like many immigrants, my parents struggled with poverty and loneliness, but they also built provisional families, and inside our bubble there was joy, understanding, an intimate language I could never translate - and above all there was song.
I fully believe in ghosts. I have, my entire life. The first house I ever lived in was haunted. There was a grave of a man in the backyard. I was just a baby then, but my parents would tell me that every night, at the same time, they would hear someone walking up the stairs.
In 2005, the last year of his life, Ahmad Abu Adass was 22 and still living with his parents in Beirut, Lebanon. He was kind and liked people, his friends later told investigators, but none of them thought he was very sophisticated.
As a result of Title IX, and a new generation of parents who want their daughters to have the opportunities they never had, women's sports have arrived.
Families, generally, suck. And I say that as someone who, like my husband, had parents who proved the proverbial exception to the rule.
I don't really say too much to my parents. If they ask me to do something I just do it and get it out of the way.
My parents were both very intellectually honest, straightforward, and for them, faith meant that you were fully engaged.
The influence of one's parents is powerful and permanent.
For a while we lived in a tent we'd pitched inside his parents' house and we slept on pillows.
The Ways and Means Committee for me has this opportunity to work with programs where I can take my parents' sense of community and make it work.
I didn't play video games because my parents didn't allow it. That was banned from my childhood experience.
The circumstances, including my body and my parents, whom I may curse, are my soul's own choice and I do not understand this because I have forgotten.
Sometimes it's so weird just to do an interview. This morning I was back in my parents' house, with my brother, and we went for a jog together, then had breakfast as a family. And a couple of hours later I'm wearing high heels and a dress and makeup, and talking about my job.
My parents are good role models because they've worked hard and gave me a happy childhood.
My parents are so amazing, and they've travelled around the world with me.
Michael and I had great role models. Though his father has passed away, his parents had an amazingly strong marriage, as do mine. Both weathered really tough times. For us it has been normal to stay together through difficulties. We grew up witnessing that firsthand.
A full accounting of adoption as an option would not underestimate its emotional challenges - the grief and loss for birth mothers, the uncertainties for adoptive parents operating under a patchwork of state laws.
