We were simply Rona and Joyce, and as much as I missed a sister in my life -- and not only a sister, but my sister -- there was a relief in that. A Summer of Loss Of all the hopes I held for my own children's lives, none was greater than this: that they would be, for ...
When Joyce Maynard was 18, in 1972, there were very few models of powerful and loved achieving women. The daughter of two bitter, underrecognized intellectuals, precocious Joyce was trained to be a talking dog, parlaying all her experience into bright and pleasing copy. And yet she was curio...