I'm surrounded by men, and the muse is complaining that I have neglected her.

"Stop Already" is a fairly new poem in a group that was just published by Feminist Studies, which is why I sent them to you.

With so many brothers, I could always find a pair of shorts to borrow and run around in.

In Sister Swing, the two sisters have boyfriends and they go to bed with them, but the descriptions are not graphic. They're minimal. The sex is not graphic in the way that DH Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover has all these graphic passages.

I was not - even the notion of "could not" seems to suggest a moment of recognition, but it was such a repressed dimension - I was not able to NOT wear a shirt like my brothers could. My brothers would, in the heat, run around shirtless, and I wouldn't do that, obviously.

I feel compassionate, because I know [students] all have to go down this road of suffering and it's going to be tough.

[Cancer] didn't make me more intense about not working more and just having fun more. It didn't do that either.