Another afternoon in the glorious sunshine.
I seem to be gravitating to books that our library calls “ relationships “ .
This spanned the late 50s to Covid times. One family. Lots I could relate to.
French braid, when you undo it the hair is in ripples for hours after.
“ that‘s how families work, too. You think you are free of them , but you are never really free, the ripples are crimped in forever”