One Thing Nobody Can Do Better Than

Empress Of The Universe Would Be Way Too Much Work. I'd Have To Wear Fancy Clothes, Probably Including Lady Shoes With Pointed Toes, And Could No Longer Slouch Into The Study In Pjs And Slippers. Someone Would (avert!) Straighten My Desk. Someone Would Reorganize My Yarn Stash...in Fact, They'd Assign Someone Else To Knit My Socks, Thus Depriving Me Of An Excuse To Rest My Brain While Pretending To Accomplish Something Useful.

A Tree Is Alive, And Thus It Is Always More Than You Can See. Roots To Leaves, Yes-those You Can, In Part, See. But It Is More-it Is The Lichens And Moss And Ferns That Grow On Its Bark, The Life Too Small To See That Lives Among Its Roots, A Community We Know Of, But Do Not Think On. It Is Every Fly And Bee And Beetle That Uses It For Shelter Or Food, Every Bird That Nests In Its Branches. Every One An Individual, And Yet Every One Part Of The Tree, And The Tree Part Of Every One.

Having To Struggle Gave Me The Chance To Demonstrate Strength Of Character.

Other People, Including Me, Have Written Books With Main Characters Who Were Old And Rich. Or Old And Brilliant. Old Sages, Old Wizards, Old Rich People.

Now My Mother, Interestingly Enough, Was Not A Feminist In Her Own Mind.