I was raised in an atmosphere that encouraged children to be afraid of life. Good thing I was a rebel. After a while (and by a while I mean an entire childhood), I decided  that there was no safety in fear and that I would live my life with impunity, if not outright abandon. It hasn’t been easy. When I wrote Marvin Shudbee in the 1970s, it was meant as a fable for children.  It wasn’t until I read it forty years later that I realized that it was actually a cautionary tale – and that the audience I was really trying to reach was myself.

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