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In Some Families, Please Is Described As The Magic Word. In Our House, However, It Was Sorry.

Women, As Well As Men, In All Ages And In All Places, Have Danced On The Earth, Danced The Life Dance, Danced Joy, Danced Grief, Danced Despair, And Danced Hope. Literally And Metaphorically, By Their Very Lives.

If I Hadn't Had My Children, I Wouldn't Have Written More And Better, I Would Have Written Less And Worse.

Pride Was My Wilderness, And The Demon That Led Me There Was Fear.

Holidays Are Enticing Only For The First Week Or So. After That, It Is No Longer Such A Novelty To Rise Late And Have Little To Do.