Eat Every Meal As If It's Your

Suddenly, One Day, There Was This Thing Called Parenting. Parenting Was Serious. Parenting Was Fierce. Parenting Was Solemn. Parenting Was A Participle, Like Going And Doing And Crusading And Worrying.

Whatever You Choose, However Many Roads You Travel, I Hope That You Choose Not To Be A Lady. I Hope You Will Find Some Way To Break The Rules And Make A Little Trouble Out There. And I Also Hope That You Will Choose To Make Some Of That Trouble On Behalf Of Women.

What Will Happen To Sex After Liberation? Frankly, I Don't Know. It Is A Great Mystery To All Of Us.

Here Are Some Questions I Am Constantly Noodling Over: Do You Splurge Or Do You Hoard? Do You Live Every Day As If It's Your Last, Or Do You Save Your Money On The Chance You'll Live Twenty More Years? Is Life Too Short, Or Is It Going To Be Too Long? Do You Work As Hard As You Can, Or Do You Slow Down To Smell The Roses? And Where Do Carbohydrates Fit Into All This? Are We Really All Going To Spend Our Last Years Avoiding Bread, Especially Now That Bread In American Is So Unbelievable Delicious? And What About Chocolate?

Lesbianism Has Always Seemed To Me An Extremely Inventive Response To A Shortage Of Men, But Otherwise Not Worth The Trouble.