Sometimes I feel sad, and it’s hard to write here.
Sometimes (or always?) I just wish everyone in my nuclear family got along.
I wish us all a peaceful night’s rest.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
I know, Alice, people share so much, but it’s the good stuff, and it can feel overwhelming and isolating when you have troubles. But every family has troubles, and multipliers like a pandemic, and hyperactivity and unhelpful other caretakers (you know I don’t. Mean your good Dan) make the ordinary trials of adolescence a WHOLE LOT. We hAd different multipliers but have experienced very bad sad days. I have had minor skirmishes with both sons this week, and tho I know they are minor, I also feel. Some panic, because I know how fast things can go wrong. Anyway, feel sad, but. Feel proud, you are doing your best.
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Liz
Oh no, just wrote long reply and it vanished. Thanks for this beautiful note. It means a lot. LOVE Alice
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