If A Man Wishes To Truly Not

It's Not Only Children Who Grow. Parents Do Too.

When I Was 12 Years Old, I Read Nancy Drew Mysteries And Biographies Of Madame Curie And Florence Nightingale And Books About Girls Who Love Horses Or Go To Nursing School. I Belonged To The Girl Scouts And Got A's In School And Rarely Disobeyed My Parents. I Still Kept A Collection Of Barbie Dolls In My Room, And I Almost Never Spoke To Boys.

I Had Known There Had Been A Serial Killer On Mount Tamalpais, And It Felt So Incongruous In Such A Beautiful, Peaceful Spot.

To Share Our Stories Is Not Only A Worthwhile Endeavor For The Storyteller, But For Those Who Hear Our Stories And Feel Less Alone Because Of It.

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.