"she cannot take you seriously (sorry) for you are but a girl to her, despite your babies and shows and lovemaking and all of that. You are just a girl playing at life." Ruefle

If you are young and you are reading this, perhaps you will understand the gleam in the eye of any woman who is sixty, seventy, eighty, or ninety: she cannot take you seriously (sorry) for you are but a girl to her, despite your babies and shows and lovemaking and all of that. You are just a girl playing at life. You are just a girl on the edge of a great forest. You should be freighted but instead you are eating a lovely meal, or you are cooking one, or you are running to the florist or you are opening box of flowers that has just arrived at your door - and none of these things is done in the great spirit that they will later be done in. Mary Ruefle - My Private Property