Some People Who Think They Are In

Many Writers Do Write About Their Families And Their Immediate Loved Ones And Love Experiences, Either As Children Or As Adults. And Very Often People Get Offended By It.

Our Mythology Tells Us So Much About Fathers And Sons. ... What Do We Know About Mothers And Daughters? ... Our Power Is So Oblique, So Hidden, So Ethereal A Matter, That We Rarely Struggle With Our Daughters Over Actual Kingdoms Or Corporate Shares. On The Other Hand, Our Attractiveness Dries As Theirs Blooms, Our Journey Shortens Just As Theirs Begins. We Too Must Be Afraid And Awed And Amazed That We Cannot Live Forever And That Our Replacements Are Eager For Their Turn, Indifferent To Our Wishes, Ready To Leave Us Behind.

Decay Is Quiet But Ghastly, Explosion Is Dramatic And Dreadful. There's Not Much To Choose Between The Two Of Them In Reality, And Most Of Our Lives Have Sufficient Of Both.

I Feel That The World Needs Writers. We Need To Know What's Really Going On.

How Deep Is Our Desire To Do Better Than Our Mothers--to Bring Daughters Into Adulthood Strong And Fierce Yet Loving And Gentle, Adventurous And Competitive But Still Nurturing And Friendly, Sweet Yet Sharp. We Know As Working Women That We Can't Quite Have It All, But That Hasn't Stopped Us From Wanting It All For Them.