Monday, August 8
THE GIRL So close to the end of my childbearing life without children ---if I could remember a day when I was utterly a girl and not yet a woman--- but I don't think there was a day like that for me. When I look at the girl I was, dripping in her bathing suit, or riding her bike, pumping hard down the newly paved street, she wears a furtive look--- and even if I could go back in time to her as me, the age I am now she would never come into my arms without believing that I wanted something. (Marie Howe)