I'm Concerned About The Unknowability Of Other

So This Is Where The Years Of Maturity Deliver Us - To This Needy, Selfish, Unwieldy Wish To Be Somebody Else's First And Primal Other.

The Recounting Of A Life Is A Cheat...even Our Own Stories Are Obscenely Distorted.

In A Long And Healthy Life, Which Is What Most Of Us Have, There Is Plenty Of Time.

There Are Chapters In Every Life Which Are Seldom Read And Certainly Not Aloud.

I Don't Think I Would Have Been A Writer If I Hadn't Been A Mother. I Wanted To Construct Something That Contained Some Of These Feelings That I Had, Some Of These Discoveries Or Revelations.