Grief Is In Two Parts. The First

How Deep Is Our Desire To Do Better Than Our Mothers--to Bring Daughters Into Adulthood Strong And Fierce Yet Loving And Gentle, Adventurous And Competitive But Still Nurturing And Friendly, Sweet Yet Sharp. We Know As Working Women That We Can't Quite Have It All, But That Hasn't Stopped Us From Wanting It All For Them.

It's True, We Tend To Write About The Same Thing Over And Over Again Because This Is Our Trauma. If I Had Been In World War Ii, I Might Have Been Writing About D-day Over And Over Again.

I Have Always Been Fascinated By The Human Mind, Conscious And Unconscious - That Is What Writing And Reading Is About, Too. The Why Of Your Life And The Why Of Your Choices And The What Has Happened That You Know And The What That You Don't Know Is Really Riveting, And Psychoanalysts Share My Wonder At How It All Unfolds.

We Flashed Our Feathers When The Feathers Were Fit To Be Flashed, And Now, In Drearier Days, Many Stay Indoors.

Friendship Needs Both Confidences And Confidence In The Other's Outstretched Hand.