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
Let's just call what happened in the eighties the reclamation of motherhood . . . by women I knew and loved, hard-driving women with major careers who were after not just babies per se or motherhood per se, but after… — 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
