Sometimes What We Call Love Is Just

Most Of Us Don't Have Mothers Who Blazed A Trail For Us--at Least, Not All The Way. Coming Of Age Before Or During The Inception Of The Women's Movement, Whether As Working Parents Or Homemakers, Whether Married Or Divorced, Our Mothers Faced Conundrums--what Should They Be? How Should They Act?--that Became Our Uncertainties.

I've Told The Same Story Twelve Different Ways, But I Think That's Just Part Of What Writers Do. Once May Not Be Enough.

You Need Your Freedom. You Need To Be Able To Do What You Want To Do As A Journalist, As A Person Who's Speaking For Other Women As You Speak For Yourself, And You Make A Choice. You Have To Be Tough Enough To Take The Consequences Of That Choice.

If I Were Planning To Be Stranded On A Desert Island, I Wouldn't Take Freud's Books With Me, Because I've Already Read Them All.

We Were Not Always 70, Or Rather Our 70 Is An Accumulation Of All The Other Ways We Were. Our 5-year-old Selves Became Our 10-year-old Selves, And So On And On; And If We Unpack Our Selves, The Full Album Appears. Every Moment Is A Part Of The Following Moment, And We Are All A Continuum.