How quaint it was, just a few weeks ago, when I wrote about Alan Alda's storytelling advice.
How quaint when just yesterday I was working on a book about my experiences growing up as an artist and a woman in a culture that celebrates neither.
Because today I am militarized.
I realized: In clinging to my connection with my daughter, I am trying to control it, and, in a way, to control her. And I can't. And I don't want to.
I do not mean to suggest it's all rainbows and cupcakes. Of course there are times when it is grueling and heartbreaking and dull. But I am a better person for being her mother.
How quickly a toddler's bedtime breakdown sends me into a death spiral of angst.
Mother/daughter artist duo Sarah and Rosalind Bloom have a fabulous joint show called Reclamations at the da Vinci Art Alliance in Philadelphia.