That, of course, was the thing about the fifties with all their patina of familial bliss: A lot of the memories were not happy, not mine, not my friends'. That's probably why the myth so endures, because of the dissonance… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
It was crazy: marriage. You gave your whole life, your whole happiness, over to one other human being, even the best of them inept at times, prone to reach for some other fulfillment, some other pleasure. — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
You watched and you saw what happened and in the accumulation of episodes you saw the pattern: Daddy ruled the roost, called the shots,… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
That, of course, was the thing about the fifties with all their patina of familial bliss: A lot of the memories were not happy,… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
It was palpable, all that wanting: Mother wanting something more, Dad wanting something more, everyone wanting something more. This wasn't going to do for… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
“A long marriage is two people trying to dance a duet and two solos at the same time.” — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
Let's just call what happened in the eighties the reclamation of motherhood . . . by women I knew and loved, hard-driving women with… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
We were the daughters of the post-World War II American dream, the daughters of those idealized fifties sitcom families in which father knew best… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
It was crazy: marriage. You gave your whole life, your whole happiness, over to one other human being, even the best of them inept… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
It was a lot to carry out of a childhood--all those textured layers of thwarted dreams rumbling under the fifties patina--but a lot of… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share Image
