MOTHER OF NONE

“Notes From a Solstice” (by Joan Frank, Guest Bites Town, Aug. 30), struck a responsive chord. At 34 I married a fellow writer who agreed with me that the inevitability of a sweet toddler becoming a contemptuous and bad-mouthing teen-ager was too much to contemplate. We chose to dote on our two beautiful cats and remained happily childless.

PAT STEWART

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