Of Course, You Always Think About How

Had I Been Blessed With Even Limited Access To My Own Mind There Would Have Been No Reason To Write.

Mourning Has Its Place But Also Its Limits.

The Fear Is For What Is Still To Be Lost.

I Came Into Adult Life Equipped With An Essentially Romantic Ethic.

Actually, When John Died, For The First Time I Thought - For The First Time I Realized How Old I Was, Because I'd Always Thought Of Myself - When John Was Alive I Saw Myself Through His Eyes And He Saw Me As How Old I Was When We Got Married - And So When He Died I Kind Of Looked At Myself In A Different Way. And This Has Kept On Since Then. The Yellow Corvette. When I Gave Up The Yellow Corvette, I Literally Gave Up On It, I Turned It In On A Volvo Station Wagon.