It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.
My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves.
My mother did literally hitchhike barefoot to the country store.
My mother tells this story that when I first went to school, I thought I was going to help the teachers. I didn't realise I was going to get educated.
Not many people know what their parents sound like having sex. It was noisy.
Your own experience keeps taking you towards something. My book adds the hope that it's a better something.
