Saturday, January 31, 2015

My heart as a camellia:

I'm spending my days (and nights) with a fourteen year old daughter and find, much to 
my surprise, that there are certain predilections and longings that we hold in common. 
She is standing at the beginning and is eager to embrace her loves and impatient with 
required pursuits. Perhaps because I'm at the place in middle life where one starts to intuit 
the end, I share her ardent temperament. Nowadays, ours is a household acquainted with urgency. 

Monday, January 26, 2015