Of course I will continue to share my favorite Southern recipes just like my mama grandmother and family shared with me over the years. And now I'll be adding a little bit of a lighter touch to some of these wonderful dishes.

I was the black sheep of the family and my mother never really understood me.

My mother was the first woman in the county in Indiana where we were born in Jay County to have a college degree. She was educated as a pianist and she wanted to concertize but when the war came she was married had a family so she started teaching.

My mother was passionate. She was stubborn the dominant one in the family. She dominated my father.

I have a mother that's very strong and family that surround me and constantly tell me they love me.

The pictures of my family were designed to be on a family wall they were supposed to be together. It was supposed to copy my mother's wall in her house.

I grew up in a family of strong women and I owe any capacity I have to understand women to my mother and big sister. They taught me to respect women in a way where I've always felt a strong emotional connection to women which has also helped me in the way I approach my work as an actor.

It never occurred to me that I wouldn't go to college and have a career - as well as a family - of my own. Both my parents but especially my mother encouraged me and led me to believe that it was possible.

I always tried to do things by example even though I was not a very good mother regarding routines and family life.

My own mother always taught me that fairness was a family value - I think equal pay is about fairness for everyone.

Family life was wonderful. The streets were bleak. The playgrounds were bleak. But home was always warm. My mother and father had a great relationship. I always felt 'safe' there.

My grandfather's family used to own a pasta factory in Naples and they would go door-to-door selling their pasta. So his love of food came from his parents which was then passed down to my mother and then again to me.

My sense of the family history is somewhat sketchy because my mother kept a great deal to herself.

My mother at least twice cancelled our family's subscription to the newspaper I was working on because she was so mad about its treatment of my father.

I hurt my wife my kids my mother my wife's family my friends my foundation and kids all around the world who admired me.

I was raised by a single mother who made a way for me. She used to scrub floors as a domestic worker put a cleaning rag in her pocketbook and ride the subways in Brooklyn so I would have food on the table. But she taught me as I walked her to the subway that life is about not where you start but where you're going. That's family values.

My mother has always been the social glue holding the family together.

There are no adequate substitutes for father mother and children bound together in a loving commitment to nurture and protect. No government no matter how well-intentioned can take the place of the family in the scheme of things.

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.

My mother's love has always been a sustaining force for our family and one of my greatest joys is seeing her integrity her compassion her intelligence reflected in my daughters.

All the laws and legislation in the world will never heal this world like the loving hearts and arms of mothers and fathers. If every child could drift to sleep feeling wrapped in the love of their family - and God's love - this world would be a far more gentle and better place.

It's true Christmas can feel like a lot of work particularly for mothers. But when you look back on all the Christmases in your life you'll find you've created family traditions and lasting memories. Those memories good and bad are really what help to keep a family together over the long haul.

Like all my family and class I considered it a sign of weakness to show affection to have been caught kissing my mother would have been a disgrace and to have shown affection for my father would have been a disaster.

There are things that you cannot talk to your mother and father about there are things that you cannot talk to your children about.