It Is A Paradox That As We

A Restless Vitality Wells Up As We Approach 30.

The Work Of Adult Life Is Not Easy. As In Childhood, Each Step Presents Not Only New Tasks Of Development But Requires A Letting Go Of The Techniques That Worked Before. With Each Passage Some Magic Must Be Given Up, Some Cherished Illusion Of Safety And Comfortably Familiar Sense Of Self Must Be Cast Off, To Allow For The Greater Expansion Of Our Distinctiveness.

In My Memoir, I Admit That I've Been As Fearful Of Success As Of Failure. In Fact, When 'passages' Was Published, I So Dreaded Bad Reviews That I Ran Away To Italy With A Girlfriend And Our Children To Hide Out.

It Is A Paradox That As We Reach Out Prime, We Also See There Is A Place Where It Finishes.

Husbands Come And Go; Children Come And Eventually They Go. Friends Grow Up And Move Away. But The One Thing That's Never Lost Is Your Sister.