Parenting meant that whether or not your children understood you, your obligation was to understand them.
You're born, you die. Everything in between is subject to interpretation.
Food became, for dinner parties in the sixties, what abstract expressionism had been in the fifties.
Your education is a dress rehearsal for a life that is yours to lead.
The empty nest is underrated.
So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?