I think I'll move to Australia.

Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our "second other"-elaborates on them.

Close friends contribute to our personal growth. They also contribute to our personal pleasure, making the music sound sweeter, the wine taste richer, the laughter ring louder because they are there.

I think I'll move to Australia.

I could be such a wonderful wife to another wife's husband.

We will have to give up the hope that, if we try hard, we somehow will always do right by our children. The connection is imperfect. We will sometimes do wrong.

I don't intend to stop showing a little cleavage. Nor do I intend to stop flashing a little thigh.