I really, really loved Braided Lives and Gone to Soldiers, so when she was in town about 12 years ago, I went to hear her read. I was such a naïf that I brought my battered paperback of Braided Lives (because it meant so much to me) for her to sign, rather than buying one of the brand new books that were all on display. I was first in line, and began to stammer about how much I admired her writing, and how I wanted to be a writer too, and blah, blah. Meanwhile, she was shaking the pen she had been given, her face wrinkled with disgust, saying to no one in particular, "I hate these kind of pens. I told them not to give me this kind of pen!"
It was not the bonding moment I had hoped for.
I still do admire her, because she has written in so many genres, and her writing is so vivid. She's always been unconventional, living in an open relationship that often included other people, the SDS thing, etc. I still remember her description of kissing another woman as being like "eating a nectarine."