I Think I Was Dealt A Good

I Look Placid, You See, That's Why People Think I'm Fine. Inside I Worry A Lot.

My Mother Was A Trained Nurse, And She'd Tell Me That Patients Would Fight As They Were Administered Anaesthetic, Grappling To Get The Gas Mask Off Their Face.

I Have Been Luckier Than Anyone I Know Or Even Heard Of. I Had A Very Happy Childhood, A Good Education, I Enjoyed Working As A Teacher, Journalist And Author. I Have Loved A Wonderful Man For Over 33 Years, And I Believe He Loves Me, Too.

I Never Wanted To Write. I Just Wrote Letters Home From A Kibbutz In Israel To Reassure My Parents That I Was Still Alive And Well Fed And Having A Great Time. They Thought These Letters Were Brilliant And Sent Them To A Newspaper. So I Became A Writer By Accident.

I Didn't Have A Sweet Tooth, But I Liked Butter, And I Liked Sauces, And I Liked Wine And Curry And Cheeses.