Sublime

verboten;

Allison and Chris and their new baby.

Because it’s the quotidian minutes of our lives that will go on forever, that will tell us who we were, who our neighbors and our mothers were, when we were too diligent in thinking they were nothing like us.

I have been remembering my mother’s walk. It was a determined walk, but with a light step. I can still hear and feel its decisive, confident rhythm. She loved to walk—in the Minnesota woods, the Norwegian mountains, on beaches everywhere—and she walked hard and long every day until a spate of illnesses slowed her down at the age of ninety. She walk

Grey Gardens