I would see her and her daughters on the front porch and in the back yard. I was shocked. I was just talking to her. We had gone to the Hometown Flea Market and when we got back everyone was saying your neighbor's dead. It was like being hit by a hammer.

She worked every day. She swam in the backyard pool with her daughters. She had just put the pool in.

I have three daughters and I find as a result I played King Lear almost without rehearsal

A son is a son till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life.

She remembers once handing her father a flower she picked and how in the act of giving she experienced herself as that flower - the sticky stalk resin, the hard green shoots, the sheltered stamens and raw red anthers. She needed him to understand her no less than she needed to remain a mystery.

Daughters. They were sometimes as familiar and intimate as honeysuckles in bloom, but mostly daughters were mysteries. They lived in rooms you had long since abandoned and could not, did not, ever want to reenter.