"We could both see her through the trees of time. There was no noise while the nineteen year-old girl slid behind the trees."
Beautiful! You are a natural beauty too, not even obscured by the shrubbery of time... isn't it strange how easily the most beautiful women dismiss their own beauty...
Lovely to see these photos of you Mary, and your mother's painting. I felt your loving sense of humour leading us in this chapter away from D. and into the power of your family's love - from your daughter to your mother.
I grew my hair long around 10 years ago and a lot of my colleagues in the international organisation where I worked told me I was very courageous since they would not dare do it in such a formal workplace. I did it and still wear my ponytail to the day. I feel like men would not change their hair if they were looking for new adventures, but maybe they would. I'm still happily married after 36 years, so maybe it does not matter... I do like your writing style...
Ah!!!! The ending!!!! I’m so glad I found you here, can’t recall how, maybe it was a mutual favorite Adam Nathan. Regardless, delighted. Continuing the binge…
Love this chapter. With visits by Michelle Obama and Einstein, curling irons, travels and life transitions, and weaving through it is how our hair defines us and makes a statement, at all of our life stages.
Hairdo as history - so true. Reading this led to my charting the course of my own life through the permutations undertaken via hair lengths, cuts, styles, etc., starting with waist length braids at the age of six to the present day graying crop thinned out by Hashimoto’s disease.
It’s fascinating how hair represents a kind of strength. Thinking Samson, but also the power to reinvent. Balding men like me do it with our beards. A lovely chapter.
I can't spell the sound I made when I got to those last lines. A punch-short, closed-lipped satisfaction. I want to restack with quote of them but I don't want to spoil it for people so I won't. Also, yesterday, I got a mohawk.
You responded to somebody's idea that telegraphic brevity is next to wit. Visa v these lovethings it certainly is. Good lord I and my male friends walk out of movies 1 and 2 during other folks's love things and during murders. It shines here and it always was clear you wanted a co-ed audience-co-ed ha! I am a high s graduate. Stand alone good story here. Except methinks Nobody should have known better. I mean, financially maybe but soon all accounts will be inky with r blotches. Hair first into the weird?
When I saw chapter 44 today I thought finally, okay I am going in! So glad I can "binge"!
Mary, I am so excited to finally be getting into this memoir. And it does not disappoint!
“There was no noise …” All of those lines just … wow. What an ending. I got chills.
"We could both see her through the trees of time. There was no noise while the nineteen year-old girl slid behind the trees."
Beautiful! You are a natural beauty too, not even obscured by the shrubbery of time... isn't it strange how easily the most beautiful women dismiss their own beauty...
Lovely to see these photos of you Mary, and your mother's painting. I felt your loving sense of humour leading us in this chapter away from D. and into the power of your family's love - from your daughter to your mother.
Looking forward to the next chapters. X
I grew my hair long around 10 years ago and a lot of my colleagues in the international organisation where I worked told me I was very courageous since they would not dare do it in such a formal workplace. I did it and still wear my ponytail to the day. I feel like men would not change their hair if they were looking for new adventures, but maybe they would. I'm still happily married after 36 years, so maybe it does not matter... I do like your writing style...
Ah!!!! The ending!!!! I’m so glad I found you here, can’t recall how, maybe it was a mutual favorite Adam Nathan. Regardless, delighted. Continuing the binge…
You rockin' that 'do, girl! 🧑🦳
"She was obscured by the shrubbery of age" - beautiful.
Everything from “obscured by” to “France.”
Love this chapter. With visits by Michelle Obama and Einstein, curling irons, travels and life transitions, and weaving through it is how our hair defines us and makes a statement, at all of our life stages.
Hairdo as history - so true. Reading this led to my charting the course of my own life through the permutations undertaken via hair lengths, cuts, styles, etc., starting with waist length braids at the age of six to the present day graying crop thinned out by Hashimoto’s disease.
It’s fascinating how hair represents a kind of strength. Thinking Samson, but also the power to reinvent. Balding men like me do it with our beards. A lovely chapter.
I can't spell the sound I made when I got to those last lines. A punch-short, closed-lipped satisfaction. I want to restack with quote of them but I don't want to spoil it for people so I won't. Also, yesterday, I got a mohawk.
A wonderful post to read especially knowing where you are now. That's a lovely painting too.
You responded to somebody's idea that telegraphic brevity is next to wit. Visa v these lovethings it certainly is. Good lord I and my male friends walk out of movies 1 and 2 during other folks's love things and during murders. It shines here and it always was clear you wanted a co-ed audience-co-ed ha! I am a high s graduate. Stand alone good story here. Except methinks Nobody should have known better. I mean, financially maybe but soon all accounts will be inky with r blotches. Hair first into the weird?
SUCH a beautiful post, Mary. Such strength!