…I wasn’t there to kill him. I was there to interview him, although the bastard deserved to die for all the death and suffering he and his ilk had caused the Guatemalan people…
I watched the 1973 Watergate hearings from a motel room…I had dropped out of college and was working as a maid at the Vagabond Motor Inn in Santa Barbara.
Once upon a time, or so I imagine, a woman learned things from other women. Had I been born in an earlier age it was something on which I could have counted.
Dr. Farber bounced a black, leather whip in her palm when she said the ladies in our classroom would find Taoist sexual philosophy especially interesting.