Everyone, Real Or Invented, Deserves The Open

I Loved The Comradeship Of The Sixties And The Seventies, And I Still Maintain Friendships With The People I Worked With Then - The Ones That Are Still Alive. That's One Of The Great Gifts Of Our Political Movements, Great Friendships . . . And Also A Few Enmities.

I Did Write A Number Of Reports On My Political Experiences, But There Were Many Omissions, And I Feel Bad About That Because It Was Work That Was Interesting And Had I Written More About It, It Could Have Been Useful.

The Women's Movement Was Coming, But I Didn't Know It In 1956-1957, When I Began To Write.

Just When I Most Needed Important Conversation, A Sniff Of The Man-wide World, That Is, At Least One Brainy Companion Who Could Translate My Friendly Language Into His Tongue Of Undying Carnal Love, I Was Forced To Lounge In Our Neighborhood Park, Surrounded By Children.

In The Park I Met Other Women And I Started To Get Interested In Their Lives. I Developed A Lot Of Pressure To Talk About Women's Lives, And Children's Lives, Too. Children Interest Me Tremendously.