Right up until the time I retired at age 37, I felt like there were still things that I could do better.

In 1981, at age 31, I was voted the best player in basketball, and the most valuable player in the league.

The great thing about arriving at this age is that I don't even care about my career anymore.

Almost all of your life is lived by the seat of your pants, one unexpected event crashing into another, with no pattern or reason, and then you finally reach a point, around my age, where you spend more time than ever looking back. Why did this happen? Look where that led? You see the shape of things.

I've always been intrigued by color and by interesting hair. I was one of those weird little girls doing my own hair at the age of 9. I was, like, getting weird gels and new brushes and cornrow holders. I would tweak and perm at the age of 13.