One Of The Things About Parents And

Most Of Us Don't Have Mothers Who Blazed A Trail For Us--at Least, Not All The Way. Coming Of Age Before Or During The Inception Of The Women's Movement, Whether As Working Parents Or Homemakers, Whether Married Or Divorced, Our Mothers Faced Conundrums--what Should They Be? How Should They Act?--that Became Our Uncertainties.

How Deep Is Our Desire To Do Better Than Our Mothers--to Bring Daughters Into Adulthood Strong And Fierce Yet Loving And Gentle, Adventurous And Competitive But Still Nurturing And Friendly, Sweet Yet Sharp. We Know As Working Women That We Can't Quite Have It All, But That Hasn't Stopped Us From Wanting It All For Them.

Grief Is In Two Parts. The First Is Loss. The Second Is The Remaking Of Life.

Decay Is Quiet But Ghastly, Explosion Is Dramatic And Dreadful. There's Not Much To Choose Between The Two Of Them In Reality, And Most Of Our Lives Have Sufficient Of Both.

I Think Our Material Is Our Lives. That's Part Of Being A Modern Writer, And We Have To Use It.