I Continued To Protect Him With My

Growing Up In The Fifties And Sixties, I Can Only Remember Knowing One Child, Ever, Whose Parents Got A Divorce, And Hardly Any Whose Mother "worked" At Anything Besides Raising Her Children.

A Person Who Deserves My Loyalty Receives It.

It's Not Only Children Who Grow. Parents Do Too. As Much As We Watch To See What Our Children Do With Their Lives, They Are Watching Us To See What We Do With Ours. I Can't Tell My Children To Reach For The Sun. All I Can Do Is Reach For It, Myself.

There Is A Theme That Runs Through My Work, And That Is: The Toxic Property Of Keeping Secrets.

Not Only Did I Avoid Speaking Of Salinger; I Resisted Thinking About Him. I Did Not Reread His Letters To Me. The Experience Had Been Too Painful.