Joy comes from places you least expect it. It's usually the simple things, like watching my son play basketball or going through Central Park when the blossoms are blooming.
Mama, you know, poor baby, she'd had her family all finished: four daughters and a couple of sons, and suddenly, I arrived in her midlife on Christmas Eve 1922.
I knew I was going to love my daughter, but I had no idea how much I would love her.
I was conceived after doctors told my mother she'd never have children. I'm a miracle - we all are.
Football was much, much more than I hoped it would be. If I dreamed as a kid, I could never have foreseen such amazing things.
I never would have thought that I would be dancing at Radio City.
Will I ever again doubt that miracles exist? Not after giving birth to my daughter at 47 without fertility treatments, after surviving breast cancer.
I'd like to think little miracles do happen in 'Angel Cake.'
But I hope that you walk around the corner and you get very surprised.
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods
Good days, they come around the oddest corners.
