My Closet Is Full Of

I Don't Know Why So Much Nonsense About Age Is Written - Although I Can Certainly Understand That No One Really Wants To Read Anything That Says Aging Sucks.

It's Always Hard To Remember Love - Years Pass And You Say To Yourself, Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Kidding Myself? Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Pretending He Was The Man Of My Dreams? Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Desperate?

If Pregnancy Were A Book, They Would Cut The Last Two Chapters. The Beginning Is Glorious, Especially If You're Lucky Enough Not To Have Morning Sickness And If, Like Me, You've Had Small Breasts All Your Life. Suddenly They Begin To Grow, And You've Got Them, You've Really Got Them, Breasts, Darling Breasts, And When You Walk Down The Street They Bounce, Truly They Do, They Bounce Bounce Bounce.

I'm Very Much A Believer In Knowing What It Is That You Love Doing So You Can Do A Great Deal Of It.

I Am Still Amazed At The Amount Of Christian Charity [wellesley] Stuck Us All With, A Kind Of Glazed Politeness In The Face Of Boredom And Stupidity. Tolerance, In The Worst Sense Of The Word. How Marvelous It Would Have Been To Go To A Women's College That Encouraged Impoliteness, That Rewarded Aggression, That Encouraged Argument.