I became an attorney and married an attorney, assuming we would breed well in captivity. I have two children, who won’t let me say anything about them. They are in the witness protection program.
My first writing was called “Teatime in London.” It was about drinking tea in London. It was my Literal Period. I wanted to be Simone de Beauvoir, a French feminist. When I heard my mother and her friends giggle about her book, "The Second Sex," I wanted to write a book about sex. I didn't know what the first sex was. I was 8 years old.
I have a difficult time writing about myself. I had a difficult time typing that sentence.
My professional writings are serious, some based on heartbreaking human atrocities. Sadness is a heavy blanket. In the most bizarre circumstances, like a coup d’etat, or the most boring, like waiting at the DMV, I look for something to laugh at. It beats screaming.
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