The House Is A Factory.

It Is No Way To Live, To Wait To Love.

I Had Forgotten That, And So Many Things. How Could I Put Everything Down On Paper? It Seemed Impossible. No Matter What, The Majority Of Life Would Be Left Out Of This Story, This Sliver Of A Version Of The Life I'd Known. But I Tried Anyway.

You're Breaking Out Of Character, Again.

I Worked At Magazines For Over 10 Years Before I Even Thought Of Writing A Book.

Hello Frances, I Have Just Been To Health Class, And I Was Wondering How Your Feminine Parts Were Developing.