Poor Congo, Barefoot Bride Of Men Who

Alice Wonders If Other Women In The Middle Of The Night Have Begun To Resent Their Formica.

Tall And Straight I May Appear, But I Will Always Be Ada Inside. A Crooked Little Person Trying To Tell The Truth. The Power Is In The Balance: We Are Our Injuries, As Much As We Are Our Successes

If You're Standing In The Manure Pile, It's Somebody's Job To Mention The Stink.

I Learned To Write By Reading The Kind Of Books I Wished I'd Written.

She's Never Forgotten, Either, How A Mystery Caught In The Hand Could Lose Its Grace