I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
“I said I would never go to a psychiatrist, and I spent much of my life in psychoanalysis.”
“My family would be supportive if I said I wanted to be a Martian, wear only banana skins, make love to ashtrays, and eat tree bark.”