If you don't know Betty Bowers, you should!
snippet:
L But what I'm talking about isn't exactly about when I was a teacher. Because I was a teacher, you know. I taught. No, this is something completely different. This is about me stopping teaching. Because I stopped teaching. After I was a teacher, that is.
Q You mean the time you flung yourself at the first affluent alpha male that asked for your nicotine-stained hand, dear?
Well, you have to understand, Betty, rich boys are like strips of sticky Shell fly paper to a small-town Texas girl with a pocket full of Camels and a head full of dreams.
Q Well, judging from your lips, at least you still have the cigarettes, dear. So, why did you leave teaching, Laura?
Well, I know I told People magazine it was to find a hubby, but that wasn't really it. I figured I had just enough unmedicated patience in me to withstand about seven hundred days -- optimistically counting -- around those annoying, obnoxious things that suck the life out of your day and always want to know why you are crying or going down into the basement with a blender and a bottle of Mr. & Mrs. T's Mai Tai mix --
Q Children?
Exactly. And, as a mother, I wanted to save a few of those last remaining hours to squander on Jenna and the other one --
more:
http://www.bettybowers.com/laurabush2.html