My nearly 14-year-old daughter plays country music in the car, edgily looking at me from the side of her eyes. The girls’ father sends them a text that he honors their truths. What’s anyone’s truth, anyway, I wonder, as I listen to my daughters.
Maybe dreaming with her best friend about learning to drive, messing around on the water with kayaks and a pizza-shaped floatie, adoration of her two cats. A reticent girl with big dreams.
That’s all truth, as I much I know it. Not words, not ideas, not ideology — only what’s around us, what we’re living, how this reticent girl with big dreams is growing.
Let life be like music.
— Langston Hughes
Stony Soil Vermont 
Hmmmm, my kid listens to country music while driving around in her old Tacoma. So many truths to contemplate! xo
Well, interestingly, both daughters feel a compulsion to at least turn on country music — and possibly even love it.
Great post 🙂
Love me some Patsy Cline.
Love me some Patsy Cline, too…..
Love the Langston Hughes quote. You are a keen observer.
Fantastic poet!