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Imagine If You Succeeded In Making The World Perfect For Your Children What A Shock The Rest Of Life Would Be For Them.

I Believed My Story Would Be Helpful To Young Women My Daughter's Age, Who Are Still In The Process Of Forming Themselves As Women, And In Need Of Encouragement To Remain True To Themselves.

I'd Known Enough Flush Times And Lean Ones To Understand That Money Came And Went. And That One Day I'd Also Lose My Looks, My Seemingly Boundless Energy And Maybe The Ability To Catch The Eye Of An Attractive Man And The Audacity To Rollerblade. My Name Would Be Forgotten. So Would Bad Reviews, And Good Ones. But Loving A Child Is Something That Lasts. Long After All The Rest Is Gone, That's What Endures.

One Of The Sad Realities Of Being A Parent Is That The Same Stuff You Know Is Exciting, Educational, And Enriching In Your Child'slife Is Often Messy, Smelly And Exhausting To Deal With.

There Is A Theme That Runs Through My Work, And That Is: The Toxic Property Of Keeping Secrets.