. My mother, a book editor for a Major New York company, had gone back for an M.Ed. and Teaching Certificate, after the divorce. I still have the letters that her 3rd grade students wrote to her while she was dying of Cancer at Sloan-Kettering Memorial, aged 46. Every day past age 46, is icing on the cake for me, and a reminder to live up to her ideals as teacher, teller-of-uncomfortable-truth, political activist (Feminist, Constitutionalist) author, and editor. Thank you, Mom.