It's Not Only Children Who Grow. Parents

Growing Up In The Fifties And Sixties, I Can Only Remember Knowing One Child, Ever, Whose Parents Got A Divorce, And Hardly Any Whose Mother "worked" At Anything Besides Raising Her Children.

To Share Our Stories Is Not Only A Worthwhile Endeavor For The Storyteller, But For Those Who Hear Our Stories And Feel Less Alone Because Of It.

The Silence Was Part Of The Story I Wanted To Tell.

The Big Dramas That Fascinate Me Are The Quiet Ones That Happen Behind Closed Doors In So-called Ordinary Families.

You Lay Your Hand Against His Skin And Just Rib His Back. Blow Into His Ear. Press That Baby Up Against Your Own Skin And Walk Outside With Him, Where The Night Air Will Sourround Him, And Moonlight Fall On His Face. Whistle, Maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how To Calm A Crying Baby)