chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Tonight I rediscovered a woman I went to graduate school with. We were in her home for an Obama phone bank. I remember her wedding. She's still married to the guy she married that day. It's amazing how much older we all are, and also how much she seems like she was then - efficient, effective, outgoing, together, upbeat. She has a lovely home with a beautiful pond full of fish out back. She remembers me too. I wonder if I seem as natural extension of the young woman in her memory as she seems of the young woman in mine.