Six Generations of First Born Women

Somehow it seemed perfect. Immodest, RG used that word to describe me last night. It fit like a glove. We had dinner at Rise's. RG calculated that about 26 people had been invited, casually, granted - but we were the only ones who showed up. So we sat around a cluttered kitchen table and talked,... Sign in to see full entry.

Steven, the 23 year old I met at Carol and Barbara's Halloween party called me at work today to ask me to a party on Saturday night. He said there would be a lot of architects there from the Boston Architectural Center. He wants to be an architect. I contemplate what the potential of involving... Sign in to see full entry.

On my way to another group dinner in Cambridge. This time it was my idea to get some people together at Chi-Chi's. Barbara and Carol decided not to come so I'm on the T by myself to meet RG, Rise, Lotti, and whoever else shows up. It is snowing for the first time this year, heavy, wet stuff that... Sign in to see full entry.

The letter from mom lies open on the nightstand. I glance at it as I get out of bed. It tugs at me, pleads with me for a response. Dear Mom, The first sentence of your last letter, a question you posed, is an important thing to grasp; "What have I let myself become?" To realize we make ourselves... Sign in to see full entry.

Her letter came a few days ago. Occasionally, whenever the tensions built to a point where there was no more to be said to each other, we would write letters. Her handwriting is clear, firm, the result of those years when they actually taught "penmanship" in school. Dear Cynthia, What have I let... Sign in to see full entry.