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 and mother knew her place and a kind of disappointment, and tense, unspoken sexuality rattled around… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share
You watched and you saw what happened and in the accumulation of episodes you saw the pattern: Daddy ruled the roost, called the shots, made the money, made the decisions, so you signed up on his side, and fifteen years later when the women's movement came along with its incendiary manifestos telling you to avoid marriage and motherhood, it was… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share
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 in our lives between what actually went on at home and what went on up there on those TV screens… — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share
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 and mother knew her place and a kind of disappointment, and tense, unspoken sexuality rattled around like ice cubes in their nightly cocktails. — Anne Taylor Fleming Copy Share
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
