I Just Wrote About Childhood As I

She Was Not A Slowpoke Grownup. She Was A Girl Who Could Not Wait. Life Was So Interesting She Had To Find Out What Happened Next.

The Humiliation That Jane Had Felt Turned To Something Else--grief Perhaps, Or Regret. Regret That She Had Not Known How To Act With A Boy, Regret That She Had Not Been Wiser.

Problem Solving, And I Don't Mean Algebra, Seems To Be My Life's Work. Maybe It's Everyone's Life's Work.

If She Can't Spell, Why Is She A Librarian? Librarians Should Know How To Spell.

All Her Life She Had Wanted To Squeeze The Toothpaste Really Squeeze It,not Just One Little Squirt. [...] The Paste Coiled And Swirled And Mounded In The Washbasin. Ramona Decorated The Mound With Toothpaste Roses As If It Was A Toothpaste Birthday Cake