HILLARY CLINTON, MY NOT-SO-EVIL TWINBoston Globe, 6/16/08
IN THE late 1990s, after I crossed the threshold into middle age, friends and acquaintances began telling me I looked like Hillary Clinton – a development I was less than happy about. My reaction had nothing to do with politics, it’s just that I had always seen myself as more the artistic dancer type, and she was, well, the lawyerly, down-to-business type. Our styles didn’t match.
