Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts . . .

A handwritten, personal letter has become a genuine modern-day luxury, like a child's pony ride.

When two people marry they become in the eyes of the law one person, and that one person is the husband.

This is what holidays, travels, vacations are about. It is not really rest or even leisure we chase. We strain to renew our capacity for wonder to shock ourselves into astonishment once again.

Ours was the Togetherness Generation. We equated togetherness with salvation, and expected so much from it that it was bound to let us down. Companionship, security, lifelong physical and spiritual and emotional warmth - all were to be had for the twist of a ring and the breathing of a vow. And to be had no other way.

Good drama should sandpaper the mind.

The law changes and flows like water, and . . . the stream of women's rights law has become a sudden rushing torrent.