Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.
As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.
The so-called miracle of birth is nature getting her own way.
Patriarchy, routinely blamed for everything, produced the birth control pill, which did more to free contemporary women than feminism itself.
I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth, for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant.
We was going to get you a birthday cake, but we figured you'd drop it.
What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.
Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.
When you get to a place where you understand that love and belonging, your worthiness, is a birthright and not something you have to earn, anything is possible.
All my favorite stars, my family and my friends are here. I'm having the happiest birthday that an 18-year-old girl could ever have.