A Good Home Must Be

I Think Of Myself As A Realistic Writer, Not A Creator Of Soap Opera Or Melodrama.

I'd Known Enough Flush Times And Lean Ones To Understand That Money Came And Went. And That One Day I'd Also Lose My Looks, My Seemingly Boundless Energy And Maybe The Ability To Catch The Eye Of An Attractive Man And The Audacity To Rollerblade. My Name Would Be Forgotten. So Would Bad Reviews, And Good Ones. But Loving A Child Is Something That Lasts. Long After All The Rest Is Gone, That's What Endures.

Long After Salinger Sent Me Away, I Continued To Believe His Standards And Expectations Were The Best Ones.

The Silence Was Part Of The Story I Wanted To Tell.

In The Event Of An Oxygen Shortage On Airplanes, Mothers Of Young Children Are Always Reminded To Put On Their Own Oxygen Mask First, To Better Assist The Children With Theirs. The Same Tactic Is Necessary On Terra Firma. There's No Way Of Sustaining Our Children If We Don't First Rescue Ourselves. I Don't Call That Selfish Behavior. I Call It Love.