We're Tortured, A Lot Of

In Life, The Classroom Is Everywhere. The Exam Comes At The Very End.

We've Made Hyper Motherhood A Measure Of Female Success.

I Do Tend To Be Almost Kind Of Pollyanna-ish Person.

My Father Expected His First Child To Be A Boy, And When It Didn't Turn Out That Way He Didn't Let The Fact Get In The Way Of A Good Story.

All Of Life Like A Series Of Tableaux, And In The Living We Missed So Much, Hid So Much, Left So Much Undone And Unsaid.