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

When People Ask What I Write About, That's What I Tell Them: 'the Drama Of Human Relationships.' I'm Not Even Close To Running Out Of Material.

Growing Up In The Fifties And Sixties, I Can Only Remember Knowing One Child, Ever, Whose Parents Got A Divorce, And Hardly Any Whose Mother "worked" At Anything Besides Raising Her Children.

Before I Had Children I Always Wondered Whether Their Births Would Be, For Me, Like The Ultimate In Gym Class Failures. And I Discovered Instead... That I'd Finally Found My Sport.

Those Who Rhapsodize About The Ease And Joy Of Childhood Have Perhaps Forgotten What It's Like To Be 12 Years Old.