...she used to design clothes for herself that everybody else would have thought almost risque. They were something like gypsy clothes. And she would sew things for me that were something like bloomers that were for backyard play. Which of course Daddy didn't approve of. She once took me to see Isadora Duncan dance. Well, nobody else in the social circle my parents were in would have thought of taking their child to the city to see Isadora Duncan. Who the hell was Isadora Duncan? She was exposing me to art. To Daddy, dancing on the stage was something harlots did in burlesque houses...After the divorce, when Mother was living in Greenwich Village, I remember her telling me Daddy had never once fulfilled her. She meant physically. That hit me hard. There is something star-crossed about my mother's entire life, and I suppose that's part of the reason I've always loved her so deeply. It was the way she always had to struggle with her life. She was a tremendous influence on me. But it was also her values, which she tried never to compromise... (Hendrickson 21-22).