I made the mistake of living in the suburbs twice. One when I was married to my first husband in Greenwich, Connecticut, where I almost lost my mind - the other was 20 years in Wilmington, Delaware, where my second husband had his manufacturing business. I felt terribly guilty because everyone else seemed to thrive in the suburbs, my sister, particularly who was so creative and happy and raising children with joyous creativity. I relate to Ann Sexton but I did not jump out a window as I often considered. I look back on my life now that I’m 84 and wonder why the hell I allowed myself to be so miserable.
Love the memory—and the great holiday recipe. And don’t forget that the Miller parents moved to Weston! It’s about as white-bread wasp as you can get….
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I made the mistake of living in the suburbs twice. One when I was married to my first husband in Greenwich, Connecticut, where I almost lost my mind - the other was 20 years in Wilmington, Delaware, where my second husband had his manufacturing business. I felt terribly guilty because everyone else seemed to thrive in the suburbs, my sister, particularly who was so creative and happy and raising children with joyous creativity. I relate to Ann Sexton but I did not jump out a window as I often considered. I look back on my life now that I’m 84 and wonder why the hell I allowed myself to be so miserable.
Love the memory—and the great holiday recipe. And don’t forget that the Miller parents moved to Weston! It’s about as white-bread wasp as you can get….
HA, HA, as usual. You make being faced with these sucky life decisions amusing! Always. ❤️❤️❤️
Love your Anne Sexton reply...and the recipe will definitely be on my list for the holiday!