As Far As The Men Who Are

Everybody I Know Who Goes Out And Plays A Little Softball, They Break Their Leg.

I Think You Often Have That Sense When You Write--that If You Can Spot Something In Yourself And Set It Down On Paper, You're Free Of It. And You're Not, Of Course; You've Just Managed To Set It Down On Paper, That's All.

People Have Only One Way To Be.

Food Is One Of My Favourite Things. Though I Certainly Know Lots Of People Who Happen To Be Happily Married Who Don't Have Food Play The Role In It That It Plays In My Life. And I Don't Know How They Do It, And Frankly I Feel So Bad For Them Because I Just Love Food And One Of My Favourite Things Is Asking, "what Do We Want For Dinner? What Do We Feel Like Eating?" That Wonderful Negotiation That Goes On Several Times A Week About What "we" Feel Like.

Suddenly, One Day, There Was This Thing Called Parenting. Parenting Was Serious. Parenting Was Fierce. Parenting Was Solemn. Parenting Was A Participle, Like Going And Doing And Crusading And Worrying.