Whenever I Get Married, I Start Buying

Here Are Some Questions I Am Constantly Noodling Over: Do You Splurge Or Do You Hoard? Do You Live Every Day As If It's Your Last, Or Do You Save Your Money On The Chance You'll Live Twenty More Years? Is Life Too Short, Or Is It Going To Be Too Long? Do You Work As Hard As You Can, Or Do You Slow Down To Smell The Roses? And Where Do Carbohydrates Fit Into All This? Are We Really All Going To Spend Our Last Years Avoiding Bread, Especially Now That Bread In American Is So Unbelievable Delicious? And What About Chocolate?

The One Thing I Would Like To Get Across About My Whole Feeling Regarding High School Is How I Was When I Was Fifteen. Gawky. Always A Hem Hanging Down, Or Strap Loose, Or A Pimple On My Chin. I Never Knew What To Do With My Hair. I Was A Mess. And I Still Carry That Fifteen-year-old Girl Around Now. A Piece Of Me Still Believes I'm The Girl Nobody Dances With.

My Parents Were Screenwriters, And They Had Four Daughters And We All Write. So That's Amazing. Talk About Powerful Parents. My Mother Always Said To Us, "everything Is Copy."

I Am A Writer And A Feminist, And The Two Seem To Be Constantly In Conflict.... Ever Since I Became Loosely Involved With It, It Has Seemed To Me One Of The Recurring Ironies Of This Movement That There Is No Way To Tell The Truth About It Without, In Some Small Way, Seeming To Hurt It.

I Don't Know Why So Much Nonsense About Age Is Written - Although I Can Certainly Understand That No One Really Wants To Read Anything That Says Aging Sucks.