Writing for a New Generation

It is funny that we never get away from what we were. My mother has been dead for over sixty years, and yet I still seek her approval. I don't live in some awful shadowland of dread, but it crosses my mind when I think I've done well or poorly. I know with my own children, even though they are grown, I think of them with pride when they achieve their dreams and support them when they slip a notch. It's funny how time ceases to exist--maybe it's a time warp of personal purportons, something others don't see that connects us across time and space. What we were is always with us, and those we were connected with are still there to share it.