My mother is, my father certainly was. They were kind of the local intelligentsia in the town where I grew up.
I don't know, maybe it's because I was raised Catholic. Confession has always held a great appeal for me.
One of them is already having some menopausal symptoms. I'm working on that. I'm giving them all little lines under the eyes, trying to sort of make them age gracefully.
I just met someone who read Gone With the Wind 62 times for exactly that same reason. She couldn't bear that it wasn't real. She wanted to live in it.
And partly, the worst thing you could do in my family was need something from someone. So physical strength represented an avenue of self-sufficiency to me.