Oona Quotes

All good things end, always. The trick is to enjoy them while they last.

There would be bad days, there always would. But she'd collect these good days, each one illuminated, and string them together until they glowed brightly in her memory like Christmas lights in a mirrored room.

Make your life more about letting in the good things than preventing the bad things.

Time heals all. But what if time itself is the disease?

But there was a freedom in making mistakes, feeling broken, falling into the void, and then climbing out. A freedom in letting go, setting aside, moving on.

Dogs and books, two excellent defenses against solitude and despair.

Stop micromanaging your life and just live it; joy and meaning will follow. Find the happy medium between being daring and responsible. Cultivate that balance. Do your best. Be good to yourself, even when—especially when—life isn’t being good to you.

It felt as if my whole life had been shaped by the things people wouldn't say.

Oona stopped trusting the mirror years ago. After all it told only a sliver of the story. The mirror exposed time’s passage, yes, but eclipsed her heart’s true mileage. Each year the body was hers but her mind was out of sync with her reflection.

On lawyering: When the law is on your side, pound the law; when the facts are on your side, pound the facts; when neither is on your side, pound the table

Is this what it means to get older, replaying happy memories because the best times are behind you?

Hiraeth: homesickness for something that never was and never could be.

Nos vies n'ont pas d'importance, elles coulent au fond du temps, pourtant nous avons existé et rien ne l'empêchera: bien que liquides, nos joies ne s'évaporent jamais.

I can’t change how I die, but I can decide how I live. And I want to live that life with you.” - Oona's Fortune.

the first rule of being a team is trusting one another. And if you trust someone, you let her keep her secrets. When she is ready to tell you, she will. You dont have to know everything, Anaka. Why not? Why should I trust Oona if she doesnt trust me? How do I know she's not hiding somthing more dangerous? Oona was worried the rest of you would see her differently, Kiki bristled. Don't prove her right.

Oona was still learning, everytime she leaped no matter the year someone important would be absent from life. Every year bittersweet. But it would be okay. There would be bad days, there always would. But she'd collect these good days, each one illuminated, and string them together until they glowed brightly in her memory

I'm not a criminal. I'm a buisness woman.

When I was growing up, Mama used to say what you dislike in other people is really what you dislike in yourself.

You weren't adding chaos to my life. You were adding color.

the world is gonna carry on whether you spend the year moping in bed or exploring it.

Mama used to say what you dislike in other people is really what you dislike in yourself.

That's the amazing thing about you. How sneaky your wisdom and how quiet your sacrifices.

Anger is a poison and forgiveness is the antidote.

But being able to buy anything put a spotlight on the things that couldn't be bought (lost friendship, lost love,lost time), human nature being prone to focus on what was lacking.

Oona stopped trusting the mirror years ago. After all it told only a sliver of the story. The mirror exposed time’s passage, yes, but eclipsed her heart’s true mileage.

Whichever the years flow it was impossible to outmaneuver their passage. Even chronology doesn't guarantee security. All good things ended. Always. The trick was to enjoy them when they lasted.

Ljubav nam ostavlja taj privid da ne haje nizašta, a u stvari i te kako haje. Ljubav, to znači tražiti se a ne naći se. Ta mala igra, ako se upražnjava na pravi način, može čoveku da ispuni ceo život.

Sreća je vrlo jednostavna stvar; treba samo preokrenuti nesreću.

- Én... Nem... Nem gondoltam, hogy... (Hirtelen olyan ékesszóló lettem, mint Patrick Modiano.)

A hug that superseded platitudes like “I’m here for you” and “everything will be okay” while still conveying those things.

Ripples of sunset dance towards our feet, swirling into the colours from the graffiti, reflected on brown water.

It was a compliment like a piece of candy dusted with arsenic.

How terrible it must be when the source of your pain is your own child.

Наши жизни ничего не значат, они тонут в глубинах времени, и все же мы были, и этого у нас не отнять: пусть и жидкие, наши радости не испарятся никогда.

Это игра тонкая и противоречивая. У вас есть всего две минуты, чтобы передать эти два месседжа: мне плевать, но мне не плевать.

And maybe youth isn’t wasted on the young; maybe the young know how to spend their youth just right.

… he had begun by feeling that under the surface, it was still him, who else could it be, but it was not that simple, and the way people act around you, a change is what you are, who you are, and Oona said she understood, but it was like learning, a foreign language, and when you tried to speak a foreign language, you lost your sense of humor, no matter how much you tried, you could not be funny the way you used to be…

Le monde est désormais habité par des êtres horriblement indépendants, complexés, insatisfaits ; des amoureux incapables d'aimer, des moutons qui refusent d'être des moutons, mais broutent quand même en se fantasmant à l'écart du troupeau ; bref, d'excellents clients pour Freud, Bouddha, Fashion TV et Facebook.

Timeline Navigators move beyond the conventional relationship with, and conception of, time. Our task is to dissolve our fundamental assumptions about reality. We reject the limited construct of time as a linear progression from past to present to future. We know reality is far more intricate and interconnected than one unidirectional flow. Time is only constrained by our cognitive processes. The chronological sequence of events is not a given. But, beyond these core realizations, all is unknown. We embrace the unknown, and if we have a creed, it is, never make assumptions. From, 'A Map of Secret Rivers, How to Navigate Timelines' by Pippa Oona (M.Div)

Oona's mother was active online, and listened to the radio, and watched the news, and she had come to believe she was on the inside, among the elect, those who understood the plot, the plot her daughter said was ridiculous, a plot that had been building for years, for decades, maybe for centuries, the plot against their kind, yes their kind, no matter what her daughter said, for they had a kind, the only people who could not call themselves a people in this country, and there were not so many of them left, and now it had arrived, and was upon them, and she was afraid, for what could she do, but there were those among them who would stand up, stand up and protect her, and she had to believe in them, and be ready, be ready as best she could, to preserve herself, and especially her daughter, her daughter who was the future....

Oona’s mother had not been a fantasist when Oona and her brother were children, or rather, if she had, the fantasy she inhabited was a common one, the belief that life was fair and would turn out for the best and good people like them got what they deserved for the most part, exceptions being just that, exceptions, tragedies, but she had not worked after the twins were born, and when her husband had died, unexpectedly early, in the prime of health, he left her enough money to get by, but he took away that fantasy, leaving her alone to grapple with the slow loss of her son, in a world that did not care and was getting worse all the time, worse and worse, and more and more dangerous, a danger you could see all around you, all you had to do was to look at the crime and the potholes in the streets and the weird people who now came when you called for anything, for a plumber, an electrician, for help with your garden, for help with anything at all.

Oona's mother resisted the notion that violence was happening, or that substantial violence was happening, and said that if there was violence it was because there were paid aggressors on the other side, saboteurs, and that they were trying to kill both our defenders and our people in general, and they were sometimes killing their own kind, to make us look bad, and also because some of their own kind supported us, and they killed them for that, and that the main point was separation, it was not that we were better than them, although we were better than them, how could you deny it, but that we needed our own places, where we could take care of our own, because our people were in trouble, so many of us in trouble, and the dark people could have their own places, and there they could do their own dark things, or whatever, and we would not stop them, but we would not participate in our own eradication, that had to end, and now there was no time to wait, now they were converting us, and lowering us, and that was a sign, a sign that if we did not act in this moment there would be no more moments left and we would be gone.

Poppy Pink is a unicorn, but not just any unicorn. She is a member of the Pinkerton Manor family of unicorns. She was indeed a vision as she stepped from her transport. Poppy Pink is pink all over, but her mane and tail are the purest white and so soft and silky. Her hooves are silver and look like dancing shoes, and they match her sparkling, silver, spiralled horn. 'Oh Poppy,' gasped Oona. 'You look beautiful.' 'I know I do Oona. I suppose you don't look too bad either… for a dragon.' Poppy Pink was a snob, and there wasn't anyone, unicorn or dragon, who was better than her. Well, she was a third generation Pinkerton Manor unicorn, and Pinkerton Manor was only the biggest Manor House in the county. How could anyone possibly be better? Poppy Pink looked down at her feet. They were very muddy. 'Ugh, look at my beautiful, shiny, hooves Oona,' whined Poppy Pink. 'We don't have mud at Pinkerton Manor, even when it rains.' Poor Oona Orange-Blackspot looked downhearted. 'So sorry Poppy. I wish it hadn't rained for your visit.' 'So do I,' sniffed Poppy Pink. 'I find this weather very tiresome. It never rains enough to cause mud at Pinkerton Manor.

Senki sem írta le nála [Salingernél] pontosabban a jelenlegi világot: ez a világ két táborra oszlik. Az egyikben ott vannak a komoly emberek, a nyakkendős jó tanulók, az irodájukba igyekvő régi vágású polgárok, akik feleségül vesznek egy felszínes háziasszonyt, golfozni járnak, gazdasági tárgyú esszéket olvasnak, és elfogadják a kapitalista rendszert úgy, ahogy van: hamisítatlan "autós pasi" lesz belőlük, "aki másról se tud beszélni, csak arról, hogy mennyit fogyaszt a kurva kocsija". A másikba tartoznak az éretlen kamaszok, a szomorú gyerekek, akik folyton a gimnázium utolsó osztályába járnak, az egész éjszakát végigtáncoló lázadók és az erdőkben barangoló tévelygők azok, akiknek a Central Park kacsáin jár az eszük, hajléktalanokkal vagy apácákkal beszélgetnek, beleszeretnek egy tizenhat éves kamasz lányba, és sose dolgoznak, szabadok, szegények, magányosak, piszkosak és boldogtalanok maradnak - egyszóval ők az örökös lázadók, akik hitük szerint elutasítják a fogyasztói társadalmat, valójában azonban az elmúlt hatvan évben eladósodásba taszították a nyugati országokat, és az 1940-es évek óta több milliárd dollárnyi fogyasztási cikk (lemezek, regények, filmek, tévésorozatok, ruhák, női magazinok, videoklipek, rágógumik, cigaretták, kabriók, szénsavas üdítőitalok, drogok) eladásához járultak hozzá - ezeket a termékeket ugyanis mind a "mainstream"-hez tartozó arrogáns lázadók hozták divatba.

One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.

He'd wanted to mend her just like his mother had mended his favorite teddy bear when his arm had come loose after too much play. He offered her his pudding cup instead.

Dear Olaf, How are you? I am well, though Gunhilda has got a touch of dragon pox. We enjoyed a spirited game of Kwidditch last Saturday night, though poor Gunhilda was not up to playing Catcher, and we had to use Radulf the blacksmith instead. The team from Ilkley played well though was no match for us, for we had been practising hard all month and scored forty-two times. Radulf got a Blooder in the head because old Ugga wasn’t quick enough with his club. The new scoring barrels worked well. Three at each end on stilts, Oona from the inn gave us them. She let us have free mead all night because we won as well. Gunhilda was a bit angry I got back so late. I had to duck a couple of nasty jinxes but I’ve got my fingers back now. I’m sending this with the best owl I’ve got, hope he makes it. Your cousin, Goodwin

There goes my meeting. - Oona I'm sorry your latest get-rich-quick scheme has been temporarily put on hold. - DeeDee

My father is Lester Liu. - Oona

She was already looking forward to her next adventure.

THE LEGAL STATUS OF WAR

how badly he wanted to stay, that the impulse to live was in him stronger than he might have imagined, undiminished by his bleak circumstances, and by the odd wrapper he was wrapped in, and maybe it was stubbornness, or selfishness, or hope, or fear, and maybe it was desire, the desire to continue to be Anders, or to be with Oona, especially to be with Oona, but whatever it was, it was there, fierce, and so he dressed as warmly as he could, and kept himself fed, and he read and he exercised and waited in his brown skin through those solitary days for what would come next.

THE TWENTY WHITE GIRL NAMES THAT BEST SIGNIFY HIGH-EDUCATION PARENTS* (YEARS OF MOTHER’S EDUCATION IN PARENTHESES) Lucienne Marie-Claire Glynnis Adair Meira Beatrix Clementine Philippa Aviva Flannery Rotem Oona Atara Linden Waverly Zofia Pascale Eleanora Elika Neeka (16.60) (16.50) (16.40) (16.36) (16.27) (16.26) (16.23) (16.21) (16.18) (16.10) (16.08) (16.00) (16.00) (15.94) (15.93) (15.88) (15.82) (15.80) (15.80) (15.77) Now for the boys’ names that are turning up these days in high-education households.

like a patchwork of twisting tunnels and

Oona and Daphne had to figure out a way to adapt to the adult world, and not the other way around. This is an integral concept in French parenting.

- Neisporučena sreća, kao sreća koja ti je namijenjena i treba se dogoditi, ali još nije stigla do tebe jer je zapela na putu i sad stoji, neisporučena. I ti znaš da je u dolasku, osjetiš je i čekaš. Ta neizvjesnost je slatko bolna i miriše na kraj ljeta. Na prazan, osunčan grad u koji si se vratio s mora, dok je tvoje društvo još na ljetovanju. A novo društvo koje si upoznao na moru i s kojim si proveo ljeto, ostavio si iza sebe ma koliko ga želio povesti sa sobom. I onda shvatiš da si sam, iako si dijelom i tamo i tu. A zapravo si nigdje. I čekaš sreću da se pojavi. Niotkud. Da dođe s kišom i donese olakšanje, ispere samoću i napuni te snagom. Ali ona ne dolazi. Ostala je posvuda, u tim ljudima koji su ti važni i koji su je, kao vjetar raznijeli na sve strane, bez šanse da je ikad više sastave i donesu ti je, nagonski. Onako kako bi ti mačka donijela mrtvu pticu i spustila ti je pred noge. I onda odjednom, ta je sreća konačno tu. Nemam pojma kako, ali tu je. Osjetim je kako mi bubnja u venama. Živa je. Diše sa mnom. Zapravo znam kako i zašto. Zbog tebe. Sve to što godinama nosim u sebi, sad sjeda na mjesto. Znaš ono... kao lišće kad otpadne s grana pa u nepravilnim linijama pada i prekriva tlo. Ali to uvijek na koncu ispadne u nekom pravilnom rasporedu, tako da ne ostane ni pedalj gole zemlje. Tako se neisporučena sreća pojavi i prekrije te. Oona ga gleda širokim pogledom i sporo kima, kao da hvata i upija svaku riječ pa je polako probavlja. Onda trepne i ispali: − Ja tebe ništa nisam razumjela. Robert se slatko nasmije. − Nema veze. Važno je da sam ja to izgovorio, da sam čuo svoj glas kako sve te riječi smješta na mjesto.

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It was just me, and it would only be me from here on out. “That’s not true,” Oona insisted as I stared out the window at the vast city below us. “You have me. You’ll always have me.” “Nobody really has anybody,” I told her. “We all must die, and we all die alone.

Time heals all. But what if time itself is the disease? —Wim Wenders and Peter Handke, Wings of Desire

A black, hissing voice in her head: How many mistakes can you live with?

ready to go, but the clock would have no sympathy. Her next leap would always hover on the horizon, unavoidable, waiting to whisk her away.

She had to pretend she didn’t know what would happen next year. It was the only way she’d enjoy this one.

Seven years of disorientation and strange navigation. Seven years of wandering and wondering. Seven long years until she returned.

That colossal sphere transformed itself into the stars and galaxies and everything else in the known universe.” I came to my answer to Oona’s question. “As this sphere moves forward in time, it evolves under the action of expansion and contraction. That is, as the sphere continues to expand, particular subsets are pulled together via the attraction of gravity. This dual action of expansion and contraction set in motion the creativity that has given rise to every existing entity in the universe. “If you want to know the meaning of life, look at your hand. Energy flows through your skin and bones without which you would freeze to stone. That flow of energy in your hand came from the beginning of time. Your hand grew out of the colossal sphere like a flower rising up from topsoil. No one in the history of humanity knew that the expansion and contraction of the universe transformed primal atoms into stars and galaxies. Nor did any person know the quantum field theory and the general theory of relativity that govern this sphere of light. None of the sages or kings had the slightest notion of any

That colossal sphere transformed itself into the stars and galaxies and everything else in the known universe.” I came to my answer to Oona’s question. “As this sphere moves forward in time, it evolves under the action of expansion and contraction. That is, as the sphere continues to expand, particular subsets are pulled together via the attraction of gravity. This dual action of expansion and contraction set in motion the creativity that has given rise to every existing entity in the universe. “If you want to know the meaning of life, look at your hand. Energy flows through your skin and bones without which you would freeze to stone. That flow of energy in your hand came from the beginning of time. Your hand grew out of the colossal sphere like a flower rising up from topsoil. No one in the history of humanity knew that the expansion and contraction of the universe transformed primal atoms into stars and galaxies. Nor did any person know the quantum field theory and the general theory of relativity that govern this sphere of

came to my answer to Oona’s question. “As this sphere moves forward in time, it evolves under the action of expansion and contraction. That is, as the sphere continues to expand, particular subsets are pulled together via the attraction of gravity. This dual action of expansion and contraction set in motion the creativity that has given rise to every existing entity in the universe. “If you want to know the meaning of life, look at your hand. Energy flows through your skin and bones without which you would freeze to stone. That flow of energy in your hand came from the beginning of time. Your hand grew out of the colossal sphere like a flower rising up from topsoil. No one in the history of humanity knew that the expansion and contraction of the universe transformed primal atoms into stars and galaxies. Nor did any person know the quantum field theory and the general theory of relativity that govern this sphere of

One wonders if others can fully understand the depth of emotion involved in building a life with a unique man who is essentially a survivor against tremendous odds. Their love is a rare gift, encompassing as it does all the trust, caring and devotion most other men share with a multitude of women in their lives -- mother, child, mistress, etc. When you are fortunate enough to have known this kind of oneness, you are truly blessed. -- Gloria Romanoff, in a condolence letter to Oona O'Neill Chaplin, February 6, 1978.

… he had looked joyous, joyous but brittle, his joy, both powerful and forces…and it was possible that her brother’s brittleness that day had to do with his twin sister’s low, with having to manage her, but Oona thought not, she thought her brother has been brittle because he could not fully fool himself, because he was going to break, had already broken, like her mother had broken, and joy like that when you had broken, that kind of sudden, crazy joy, unearned, that was just a mask.

One morning Andrés, a white man, woke up to find he had turned a deep and undeniable brown. Anders looked at her, at his daughter, and could not see her averted face, only her hair, her ear, the edges of her cheekbone and of her jaw, but also he could see her so completely, in his mind’s eye, her expression, and just then he imagined her old, without wanting to, he imagined her an old woman, after he and Oona had gone, and he felt it hitting him, this image of his daughter many years hence, and he placed his brown hand on the side of her brown face, soothing her, his brown daughter, his daughter, and miraculously she let him.

Neither had been out for a drink in many months, and it was sort of odd to be out now, and no one there at that bar looked entirely comfortable, not the bar-tender, and not the men huddled in the only occupied booth, and not Anders and Oona, not any of them, not any of these dark people bathed in the barcolored light, trying to find their footing in a situation so familiar and yet so strange, and Oona, noticing this, wondered whether it was really the case, or whether people simply looked uncomfortable whenever you thought they were uncomfortable, just as they seemed crazy whenever you thought they were crazy, and maybe everyone looked the same as they always did, the same, just dark.

I was raised not to express emotional problems. Do you know there isn’t even a Korean word for depression? The closest thing is a phrase that translates as having a down heart.

being able to buy anything put a spotlight on the things that couldn’t be bought (lost friendship, lost love, lost time)

Her next leap would always hover over the horizon waiting to wisp her away. In some cases waiting to grant a wish from years ago.

Oona was still learning, everytime she leaped no matter the year someone important would be absent from life.

You’re not Sarah Connor, and the Terminator is now governor of California

Indeed, China has shown that it is willing to flout many of the rules of the system, using its outsized military to intimidate its neighbors. Meanwhile the United States has responded by sending its own massive air force and navy to push back against the Chinese claims. In this clash of military titans, how could legal niceties matter? But stepping back, it is possible to see that the power struggle is taking place against a backdrop of law. Why were islands so worthless for hundreds of years? Because barren territory that was difficult to defend against conquest was more trouble than it was worth. Why did these islands become so valuable? Because the law changed. Not only did conquest become illegal (and thus defending islands unnecessary), but the new law of the sea gave states control over hundreds of miles of ocean and seabed resources surrounding islands. China and the other coastal nations scrambling to establish claims to the islands are doing so because they are pursuing their interests as determined by law.

From at least the fifteenth century, sovereigns who went to war published “manifestos” setting out their “just causes.” The first known war manifesto was written for Maximilian I, soon to be the Holy Roman Emperor, to defend his resort to arms against Charles VIII on the grounds that the French king stole his wife, Anne of Brittany. The first line declares “there is no one who would not know that the French are roosters.

Some may ask whether outcasting—“the alternative to war,” as David Cohen put it—is really much better than the war it replaced. After all, states may still be coerced into joining agreements—if not by threat of physical force (which, in the New World Order, would trigger a duress defense) then by threat of economic force (which would not). The outlawry of war and the system of law that has grown up around it are grounded in the principle that the physical destruction of war is uniquely harmful. Political theorist Judith Shklar famously argued that cruelty—“the deliberate infliction of physical, and secondarily emotional, pain upon a weaker person or group by stronger ones in order to achieve some end, tangible or intangible, of the latter”—is the greatest evil.95 Outcasting replaces this evil with exclusion from the benefits of community membership. Like force and threats of force, outcasting constrains choices. But it does so without the cruelty and destruction that normally accompany war.

Schmitt denounced outlawry in the same building in which Shotwell had proposed it. It is absurd, Schmitt claimed in his lecture at the Hochschule für Politik, for states to renounce war. As nice as it sounded—and it was dangerous in no small part because it sounded so nice—outlawry is an impossibility. To think that war can be outlawed is to misunderstand politics. Politics presupposes the very possibility of war. A state that outlaws war outlaws itself. This claim sounds just like the sort of crude militarism one would expect from a Nazi. But Schmitt was not a Nazi at this point and, although he would later join the party, he was no ideologue of National Socialism. His objection was not founded in a glorification of violence, but rather on a dark, but deep, vision of politics. According to Schmitt, the world of politics (or as he calls it, following the German, “the Political”) is not defined by its subject. Political disputes can break out over any issue. What defines the Political is its intensity: The more intense the struggle, the more political the dispute. “The political,” Schmitt wrote, “is the most intense and extreme antagonism.

Russia’s seizure of Tajikistan in 1868, for example, was not reversed until the unraveling of the USSR in 1991. Similarly, the U.K.’s seizure of present-day Nigeria in 1885 was not reversed until 1960.19 Throughout the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, land that was seized was generally recognized as legally obtained and retained by the conquering state. Might, after all, made Right. Then, in 1931, states began to refuse to recognize conquests. Forceful transfers of land still occurred, but for the first time they went unrecognized. Even more remarkable, with the exception of Taiwan, all the unrecognized transfers of territory between 1928 and 1949 were later reversed.

panko fried chicken and truffle mac and cheese with soppressata.

There would be bad days, there always would. But she’d collect these good days, each one illuminated, and string them together until they glowed brightly in her memory like Christmas lights in a mirrored room.

He chuckled. “Probably

So ordinary people act like they're famous?

The mirror exposed time’s passage, yes, but eclipsed her heart’s true mileage. The lined face, the extra pounds, the hair chemically treated to hide its gray. Each year the body was hers, but her mind was out of sync with her reflection. Always playing catch-up, trying to rearrange the scrambled pieces of her life. It

It is tempting to regard the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor as a lawless act for which there can be no justification or excuse. For Americans, December 7 remains “a date which will live in infamy,” in the words of President Roosevelt. But the devastating strike on the United States was not lawless. Japan was simply following the law of nations that U.S. Commodore Matthew Perry’s black ships had introduced in 1854. What Japan failed to recognize, however, was that those rules had been renounced in 1928. The United States itself had only recently come to terms with the complete transformation in the legal order initiated by the Pact—it finally embraced the new understanding of neutrality with the passage of the Lend-Lease Act in March 1941, only six months before Pearl Harbor.

Law and Chaos?" I said. "They're not the same as good and evil, I'm told." "Merciful heavens, no! Not at all. Not at all. Evil is a cruel and selfish thing. Chaos can be wild and generous, and just as some Lords of Law are self-sacrificing and concerned for others, so are some Lords of Chaos.

OONA CHAPLIN: I was actually crying while I was dead. The director had to come over: “Oona, you need to stop crying, dead people don’t cry. You’re dead, just be dead.

The mirror exposed time’s passage, yes, but eclipsed her heart’s true mileage. The lined face, the extra pounds, the hair chemically treated to hide its gray. Each year the body was hers, but her mind was out of sync with her reflection

She often teased Oona about taking things too seriously, whether it was her college courses or band practice, or even her relationship with Dale, urging her daughter to be young and frivolous once in a while. As if you couldn’t be serious about something and still enjoy it. As if being young meant being foolish.

Each year the body was hers, but her mind was out of sync with her reflection.

Hiraeth: