In mid-April 25 years ago when I was hugely pregnant with this child I worried that I wouldn't have time to love her as much as I loved my first baby, who was then 2 years old. And I worried that maybe I wouldn't have enough time to love him as much as I would love the new baby. None of that came to pass, of course.
She's home from LA for a much-too-brief visit. A little work, a little pleasure. Oliver is basking in the extra attention.
Love her to death. (And she doesn't ride a motorcycle either. As far as I know.)
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Can you believe it? I had a motorcycle when I was roughly her age. Yes, it worried my mother sick.
Turned out it was just a passing phase, and I haven't been on a motorcycle in a couple decades.
Is your daughter a student or a professional gal?
She’s patching together a number of things right now. I would describe her as a vintage clothes peddler (http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5779328) and writer. She writes about art (and gets paid for it, which still blows my mind--not because she isn't good but b/c she's such a recent graduate [BFA, Corcoran College of Art + Design, 2007] and because I know from my job at NIH how hard people have to work to get free-lance writing gigs, at least in medicine and science, so to get paid for writing contemporary art criticism seems like a big deal to me). She worked for a year and a half here in DC at a tiny, new (at the time) art gallery (Project4gallery.com). Good job, but hard. Pay was predictably miniscule. Job involved selling, physical labor, fending off creditors, working deals with shipping companies and temperamental artists, and answering to FOUR hands-on investor-owners. She learned a lot. (That was fun to write! Thanks for asking about her. Cluck, cluck.)
Oh! And about your motorcycle. SEE! SEE! That's what I was afraid of. That I'd have a thrill-seeking kid who would ride one of those things. Your poor mom. You get some points for not getting back on one for decades. But still.
Crazy girl.
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