She was a lovely person who involved herself with other seniors. She was very interested in what was going on, and she kept herself current.

I'll never forget her eyes as she sat there dying looking at me. When I sleep at night, I can see her. When I wake up, I can see her.

I thank god for the 19 years he gave her to me, but why her life was taken from me, I just don't understand.

I tell families frankly that I don't see (chelation) as benign and it's really very scary to me,

I became a fitness fiend when I was about 17 or 18.

I'm a fiction writer, and I do write essays, but I am not a poet. And I absolutely reject the phrase 'woman writer' as anti-feminist. I wrote an essay about this as far back as 1977, at the height of the neo-feminist movement.