Not Only Did I Avoid Speaking Of

Growing Up In The Fifties And Sixties, I Can Only Remember Knowing One Child, Ever, Whose Parents Got A Divorce, And Hardly Any Whose Mother "worked" At Anything Besides Raising Her Children.

She Felt Everything Too Deeply, It Was Like The World Was Too Much For Her.

If A Man Wishes To Truly Not Be Written About, He Would Do Well Not To Write Letters To 18-year-old Girls, Inviting Them Into His Life.

I Continued To Protect Him With My Silence.

The Silence Was Part Of The Story I Wanted To Tell.