No Matter Which Sex I Went To

The Proliferation Of Support Groups Suggests To Me That Too Many Americans Are Growing Up In Homes That Do Not Contain A Grandmoth.

It Takes Only One Child To Raze A Village.

Nothing Is More Likely To Start Me Screaming Like A Madwoman Than New York In February With Its Piles Of Blackened Snow Full Of Yellow Holes Drilled By Dogs.

I Do Believe In Reincarnation, But I Do Not Believe There Is Life Before Noon.

Animal Rights Activists Gives Disillusioned Feminists An Excuse To Go Back To Being Women Protecting Wee Creatures Without Compromising Their Radical Credentials