Sometimes, Walking With A Friend, I Forget

Well, By Now You Must Know Yourself, Honey, Whatever You Do, Life Don't Stop. It Only Sits A Minute And Dreams A Dream.

I Am Very Interested In People Trying To Write Because I Don't Have A Big Academic Background At All.

When I Was About Twenty-one, I Published A Few Poems. Maybe I Wrote A Couple Of Stories Before, But I Really Began To Write Stories In My Mid-thirties. My Kids Were Still Little, And They Were In School And Day Care, And I Had Begun To Think A Lot About Wanting To Tell Some Stories And Not Being Able To Do It In Poetry.

All That Is Really Necessary For Survival Of The Fittest, It Seems, Is An Interest In Life, Good, Bad Or Peculiar.

I Saw My Ex-husband In The Street. I Was Sitting On The Steps Of The New Library. Hello, My Life, I Said. We Had Once Been Married For Twenty-seven Years, So I Felt Justified. He Said, What? What Life? No Life Of Mine.