Yeah, I Read Judy Blume. My Mother

Nancy Drew Was Always Changing Her Outfits. I Despised Girls' Clothing, I Couldn't Wait To Get Home From School And Get Out Of It. The Last Thing I Wanted To Read Was Minute Descriptions Of Nancy's Frocks.

I'd Been Upstaged, Demoted From Protagonist In My Own Drama To Comic Relief In My Parents' Tragedy

I Tend To Write First Thing, And Then Do My Drawing Later. I Like To Draw At Night. But Often I Go For Long Stretches Without Drawing, Because I'm Trying To Figure Out What I'm Writing.

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

Yeah, I Read Judy Blume. My Mother Didn't Like That, But I Read It Anyhow.