She regretted deeply when she looked back on her life.

When I rose in the morning to nurse my child, behold, it was dead but when I had looked at it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, whom I bore.

And when I rose in the morning to give my child suck, behold, it was dead but when I had considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, which I did bear.

People laugh at me because, you know, I used to say that I used to meditate on mama Cheney as my mom, when, of course, I was annoyed with him about all of his evil doings in Iraq.

Mexico City As I reflect on my troubled country, the lyrics of a Bruce Springsteen song come to mind We are far, far away from home. Our home is far, far away from us.