There Is Nothing "ordinary" About

The Act Of Sending A Letter Is An Act Of Generosity, Even If, In Retrospect, It Might Seem Reckless. Why Regret One's Generosity? Why Regret One's Impulsiveness, One's Misjudgment Of Others? The Inevitable Discovery That Someone Is Selling Letters You'd Written In Trust Is Simply To Discover An Obvious Human Truth: There Are Those Who Don't Cherish Us As We'd Cherished Them, And Had Wished To Be Cherished By Them.

As Soon As I Moved To Princeton In 1978, I Became Fascinated By Local History, Much Of It Revolutionary War-era; And I Became Fascinated By The Presidency Of Woodrow Wilson At Princeton University.

My Role Models Were Childless: Virginia Woolf, Jane Austen, George Eliot, The Brontes.

Was It Confusing Because It Was Artistic, Or Artistic Because It Was Confusing?

Food Doesn't Exist, But Can Only Be Invented. And Reinvented.