Mark's Pages

November 1, 2009:

On the final day of our first stay the old cowboy took me aside, prompted by his daughter to offer manly words of guidance and ground.

I no longer remember even one. Seems unlikely I would have remembered any longer than a few days.

Parenting by abstraction, by formula, learned god knows where, from previous parents in the chain most likely, the very same who locked her in a closet as a child and hid these relationships into her adulthood. Freedom being only ever a relative thing.