I Continued To Protect Him With My

[on Home Births:] In A House Where There Had Been Three People, There Were Now Four, Although No One Had Come In The Door.

Wherever It Is You Make Your Home, There Is Always This Other Place, This Other Person, Calling To You. Come To Me. Come Back.

No, I Said. I Didn't Remember That. There Was So Much To Remember, Sometimes The Best Thing Was To Forget.

Not Only Did I Avoid Speaking Of Salinger; I Resisted Thinking About Him. I Did Not Reread His Letters To Me. The Experience Had Been Too Painful.

The Real Drug, I Came To Believe, Was Love.