Top 26 Quotes by Laurie Graham

I've always jealously guarded my feminine mystique. I've been married twice, and neither of my husbands has ever seen me put my face on.

I know my parents loved me - they certainly did everything they could for me - but displays of affection were kept on a distinctly low flame.

My mother was a fastidious and orderly homemaker. I was the messy but creative type. I picture her following behind me through life with a damp rag and an air of exasperation.

My husband is leaving me. No dramas, no slammed doors - well, OK, a few slammed doors - and no suitcase in the hall, but there is another woman involved. Her name is Dementia.

In grief, after even the happiest of relationships, we go over things again and again.

Far more than dreading ending up in a care home myself, I dread having to put my husband in one.

Dementia is quite unlike cancer or heart disease or any of those other conditions where you bargain with God for a cure or even just a bit more time.

In the Seventies, my children played in the street, read politically incorrect stories, ate home-cooked food and occasional junk and, yes, were sometimes smacked.

My husband is stricken with dementia, and it's a trick of his condition that events and people from his past are more real to him than what happened five minutes ago.

I'm married to an American, so I guess that has changed my perspective on the subjects I can write about.