• Lou Reed,  Memoir,  Mother Daughter Relationship,  Music,  The Velvet Underground

    hand ballet: magic & loss & lou reed remembered

    Graceful and elegant, my daughter’s fingers catch the sun spilling through the window. For a minute, everything stops. My little girl’s hands are those of a young woman. Strong and steady. Earnest. She is the real warrior in our house. Just a twinkling ago, she first discovered her beautiful hands. For me, her besotted mother, it was a magical milestone in…

  • Memoir

    hand ballet

    Fourth Day: Celebrating the Ordinary Graceful and elegant, my daughter’s fingers catch the sun spilling through the window. For a moment, I am undone, realizing that my little girl’s hands are those of a young woman. Strong and steady, the real warrior in our house.  As though it were yesterday, I remember when she first discovered her hands. For her…