Good lord, like a lot, lot.
Her post, Cat's Cradle had me in tears, and it certainly wasn't the only one that did. (Why you gotta make me cry, Kyran Pittman?!?)
An excerpt:
Children turn time into a game with string. When I was eight years old, fall through spring took an eon, summer was an era, and childhood was an eternity. Now I realize that it all passed in a blink of my parents' eyes. The structure of our life together as a family —so elaborate, so permanent-seeming — collapsed between their hands when that time was done.
She's funny and eloquent and thought provoking. You should check her out.
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