I’d been walking alone in the Maine woods six months after she died when someone rushed up behind me.
I see two people who are entwined, but never completely, and not at the expense of their separate selves.
Certainly we can’t force people to marry people they don’t want to. But to me, the idea of inviting my parents into the selection process is not such a radical idea.
“I miss your record player, and the sense of home you carried with you, although you’d never really been at home anywhere.”
How much importance is seemly to place on our work and friends? How big a feeling are we allowed to feel for things that are not global calamities, or men?
I grew up with food stamps, latchkeys, Lee jeans from an outlet, Campbell’s soup, three deadbeat dads, and a mother who wrote letters to a TV evangelist praying for a husband.
“You have to go away first.” “Like this?” “No. Farther.”
I know it’s not supposed to work this way. We damaged daughters should seek healing in therapy, not romantic relationships.
“The symptoms of anxiety and the symptoms of a haunting are so similar.”