It's Not Only Children Who Grow. Parents

The Real Drug, I Came To Believe, Was Love.

I Have Long Observed That The Act Of Writing Is Viewed, By Some, As An Elite And Otherworldly Act, All The More So If A Person Isn't Paid For What She Writes.

I Compromised My Ability To Tell My Story, At The Most Basic Level.

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.

I Have No Doubt That Over The Years My Children Will Find Plenty Of Things About Me To Criticize. But Something Tells Me That Twenty Years From Now Not One Of Them Will Sit On Some Therapist's Couch Complaining Because Their Mother Didn't Spend Enough Time Vacuuming Up Glitter.