I Can't Even Remember How Many Times

I've Come To Believe That Whoever I Am Didn't Start On December 14, 1946, And Isn't Going To End On Whatever That Mysterious Date Is In The Future

I Have Two Books That Were Published Quite Some Time Ago. I Start To Read About Three Sentences. I Have To Close It. I Am So Self-conscious. Who Did I Think I Was?

I'm Living Out A Childhood Fantasy. Our House Is In A Historic District Of A Small Town That I Used To Read About In Storybooks

... I Went Through A Very Lethargic Period ... I Was Just Sort Of Getting Through Every Night And Every Day.

I Never Did Quite Fit The Glamour Mode. It Is Life With My Husband And Family That Is My High Now.