"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
As my sweet daughters build their own lives and families, I watch in joy and amazement. I marvel at the energy required, which I had too in that phase of life and can still summon. And I marvel at the love and dedication with which they tackle each new challenge and phase of life.
I tell them often how quickly it goes, knowing they won't believe me. But it will. And it has.
Labels: family
posted by Anne Cassidy at
10:34 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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