Grief Is In Two Parts. The First

Decay Is Quiet But Ghastly, Explosion Is Dramatic And Dreadful. There's Not Much To Choose Between The Two Of Them In Reality, And Most Of Our Lives Have Sufficient Of Both.

When I Grew Up, You Needed To Have Straight Hair. It's Symbolic Of Needing To Be Like Everyone Else, Needing To Look Like Everyone Else. And What That Meant Was Looking Like The Dominant Ruling Class In America.

God Is A God Of Lovingkindness.

I Have Two Writer Daughters, And A Psychoanalyst Daughter, And A Lawyer Daughter, And They Wish We Didn't Write, I'm Sure, But We Write. If We Were A Painting Family, We Would Paint.

We Also Have To Make Sure Our Children Know The History Of Women. Tell Them The Rotten Truth: It Wasn't Always Possible For Women To Become Doctors Or Managers Or Insurance People. Let Them Be Armed With A True Picture Of The Way We Want It To Be.