I Am Dismayed To Realize

I Might Have Missed My Calling As An Editor. In The Spring, The Sight Of My Empty Garden Beds Gives Me The Horticultural Equivalent Of Writers' Block: So Much Space! So Many Plants To Choose Among, And Yet None Of Them Seem Quite Right!

I Remember Thinking That A Girdle Was Barbaric, And That Never In A Million Years Would I Treat Myself Like A Sleeping Bag Being Shoved Into A Stuff Sack. Never! Instead, I Would Run Marathons And Work Out And Be In Perfect Shape And Reject The Tyranny Of The Girdle Forever.

Having Animals In The City Is Entirely Different From Having Animals Out In The Country. For One Thing, It's More Social. When You Live On Lots Of Acres Without Neighbors Within A Stone's Throw, Your Dog-walks Are Usually Solitary Rambles Over Hill And Dale.

I Think The Responsibility Of Running A Huge Business, Which Happens If You Become A Successful Designer, Probably Makes You More Careful.

What's Funny Is That The Idea Of Popularity - Even The Use Of The Word 'popular' - Is Something That Had Been Mostly Absent From My Life Since Junior High. In Fact, The Hallmark Of Life After Junior High Seemed To Be The Shedding Of Popularity As A Central Concern.