![]() ![]() ![]() A retired university dean, this 70-something grandmother with the big smile is the queen of lesbian pulp fiction. "The fun of it was the creative side, when you are telling a story and you are in control."Īnd then she read two books that transformed the way she understood herself, launched a meteoric career and-though she wouldn't know it for more than 30 years-earned an iconic perch in 20th-century literature. ![]() "Writing was the first thing that occurred to me when I was married," she recalls. She thought she might do the same thing now, between sorting laundry and fixing dinner, while waiting to have children. She was 22-six weeks older than Plath-and, like Plath, had written her way into and out of adolescence, observing friends and converting their goings-on into stories in her mind and journals. Her husband's job took them immediately to Philadelphia, where Ann joined the ranks of wives in ruffled aprons. Long-limbed, pretty and fresh, Ann Weldy graduated from college right into the safe haven of marriage, as expected of young women in 1954. She looked very Sylvia Plath, a sorority girl with a soft pageboy, saddle shoes and a Peter Pan collar buttoned to the neck under a twinset cardigan. ![]()
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