Fabio Kept Asking Me Out, But I

Instead Of Joyfully Looking Forward To My Birth, My Mother Began Systematically Preparing For Her Own Death. She Was Fatalistic.

If You Really Want To Kill Yourself, You Get A Gun And Blow Your Head Off

In June 1968, Five Days Before My Mother's Forty -sixth Birthday, The World Fell Apart Again. Sirhan Sirhan Shot Bobby Kennedy, Who Died The Next Day. Why Were People Shooting All The Kennedys? Had The Country Gone Mad?

My Mother Should Have Been Jewish. She Could Have Taught A Class On How To Induce Guilt.

The One Thing I Never Questioned About My Mother Was Whether She Loved Me.