I've Taught Sunday School, I've Sung In

Empress Of The Universe Would Be Way Too Much Work. I'd Have To Wear Fancy Clothes, Probably Including Lady Shoes With Pointed Toes, And Could No Longer Slouch Into The Study In Pjs And Slippers. Someone Would (avert!) Straighten My Desk. Someone Would Reorganize My Yarn Stash...in Fact, They'd Assign Someone Else To Knit My Socks, Thus Depriving Me Of An Excuse To Rest My Brain While Pretending To Accomplish Something Useful.

Other People, Including Me, Have Written Books With Main Characters Who Were Old And Rich. Or Old And Brilliant. Old Sages, Old Wizards, Old Rich People.

Now My Mother, Interestingly Enough, Was Not A Feminist In Her Own Mind.

What It Boils Down To Is That Parenting A Child With Autism Is A Difficult Job; Writing About It Is Far Easier.

I Can Become Very Emotional About Math, Although I'm Not That Good At It.