Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.

I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.

My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.

My dream is to walk around the world. A smallish backpack, all essentials neatly in place. A camera. A notebook. A traveling paint set. A hat. Good shoes. A nice pleated (green?) skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance.

Everyone I know is looking for solace, hope and a tasty snack.

I said, 'Well, how much space do I have?' And they said, 'Well, you know, it's the Internet.'

It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.