Dinner Chat

My daughter and I are often eating dinner in the lengthening daylight at the kitchen table, just the two of us with the cats under our feet, and my daughter offering bits of her day — if I listen, and don’t press too hard, what she cares about she slowly spills.

Our conversation drifts into what it means to grow. Through our glass doors, I see the box elders behind our house swaying in this spring-is-coming wind, the Vermont winter gradually eroding. So much of my life I sought stasis — the imagined security of here is where I am. In my daughter, I see this same illusion of when I am grownup, as though adulthood is a kind of plateau.

We linger at the table, with the unwashed dishes and evening chores undone. While she speaks, I think, here, now. The wind curls around our house.

Accept yourself: be yourself. That seems a good rule. But which self? Even the simplest of us are complicated enough.

— From Apsley Cherry-Garrard’s The Worst Journey in the World

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Caspian Lake, Greensboro, Vermont

 

 

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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9 Responses to Dinner Chat

  1. Duncan says:

    Most of my life was an arrow hurtling towards an unknown target. I always imagined the destination to be solid, immovable, final. Instead Arriving was like falling in the ocean; it’s far deeper and more interesting than a tree.

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  2. Ben Hewitt says:

    I often consider what my life will be like when I am grownup.

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  3. Let me know when you get there 🙂

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  4. That would have been an unfortunate ending, no doubt. Just a reminder that motorcycles aren’t known as safety vehicles…..

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