Would it be possible, ever, to be a good person in life as well as a great person in art? Both seemed to require every ounce of her energy at all times. Neither came naturally.
The universe was offering her an expanding view of professional opportunities while reminding her that her reproductive options were shrinking at an equivalent rate. Ironic.
Lally’s early childhood memories of happiness were littered with details she’d spend the rest of her life interrogating for signs of her mother’s misery.