A Woman Whose Smile Is Open And

Reader, You Forget That Economics Precedes Religion; Worship Grew Out Of Eating, Not The Other Way Around.

My Mother Had Died When I Wrote My First Book. I Was Twenty-seven, So It Was Right At The Beginning Of My Writing Life. I Don't Know If She Had Lived, If I Would Have Done It, Certainly Not Quite Like I Did. But, You Can't Rethink It. You Wrote What You Wrote, It Meant Something To Other People, And That's Your Good.

When I Grew Up, You Needed To Have Straight Hair. It's Symbolic Of Needing To Be Like Everyone Else, Needing To Look Like Everyone Else. And What That Meant Was Looking Like The Dominant Ruling Class In America.

I Know That Family Life In America Is A Minefield, An Economic Trap For Women, A Study In Disappointment For Both Sexes.

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