My prom gown was baby blue.
To My Daughters:
We recently had coffee and dessert at the home of friends. Along with enjoying a homemade warm apple pie in a gracious atmosphere, I couldn’t help noticing, as I helped clear some of the dishes, that the kitchen was superbly organized.
We arrived at the supermarket at the same moment. I jumped out of my car, impatient to be done with the seemingly endless chore of stocking the cupboards. But they took their time, this frail, elderly couple who helped one another through the process of maneuvering stiff joints and car doors.
11So here it is, National Women’s History Month.
We are standing in the kitchen glaring at one another.
By the time you read this, I’ll be on my way to absolute perfection. I’ll be flawless. Impeccable. Exemplary.
It was all so simple.
It’s the season.
It was one of those perfect fall days — clear, breezy and nippy but not yet cold. Just the right temperature.