Boxing Is Rough. Even If You Win,

And That's The Insult Of It, How Always It Comes Back To A Woman Being A "good" Mother In The World's Eyes Or A "bad" Mother, How Everything In A Woman's Life Is Funneled Through Her Body Between Her Legs.

Art Is The Highest Expression Of The Human Spirit.

One Of Life's Minor Satisfactions Is Forgetting.

None Of The Rest Of My Life Figures Here.

When My Brother Called To Inform Me, On The Morning Of May 22, 2003, That Our Mother Caroline Oates Had Died Suddenly Of A Stroke, It Was A Shock From Which, In A Way, I Have Yet To Recover.